She crept forward, no more then a passing breeze, to survey the scene. Two on the road. Four at the gate. No easy way in through the front door. Circling around, she found another path. She was the rocks. She was the ferns. Then, she was in the camp. Fortune smiled and she found her target quickly. She forced her heart rate to slow, her emotions to calm. "No one has to die. He didn't say that anyone had to die." She was the evening shadow. She was the soft moonlight. She was behind her mark.