"There's a front gate with four guards positioned, two up top and two down low. The two down low shouldn't be that difficult, I think our best bet would just be to run them over, but the two up top will be a little trickier. Now, these aren't exactly the best of their soldiers, this base is one of their smaller ones, really just to stow all of the Imperial junk and give the shitty army men something to do so they feel important, but-" Tati looked up from where she had been tracing the road of the map with her finger. Constance had been perched on the ledge of the window, staring out at the street down below, not hearing a word that Tati had been saying. "Constance." The older woman called impatiently. But she didn't stir.
"Constance." Tati tried again, to avail. Reaching into her waistband, Tati unsheathed a dagger. She flipped it in her hand once for good measure, then hurled the blade towards Constance's head.
Just as Tati had expected, Constance's hand flew up to grab the dirk of the dagger before the tip had cut right through her temple. The Columbian woman stared at the tip curiously before turning to look at Tati bewilderingly. "You could have killed me, Tati." Constance whined.
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