Jun 21
9 min read
The Grey Player
Old age and guile, my boy!
Infiltration
Winter light. Everything monochrome except the yellow flashes on the guards’ uniforms and the green pine trees round the perimeter. The middle of the area is all storage containers, arranged in a grid pattern. Four guards patrolling, two north-south, two east-west. Three more on the perimeter. A hut near the exit with two more who never come out…
