With one final thrust, she pulled herself amongst the shingles, atop the steep roof the new regime's greatest symbol of statehood and oppression: the Conciergerie. Overcrowded and filthy, it was the last stop for prisoners before the guillotine. These days, a hundred prisoners could enter or leave in a single day. She shimmied her way up the rough black shingles to catch up with Arno, who was peaking peaking over the top.
She surveyed the area below. The courtyard was full of obstructions and spots for cover, which was good, but there were four men visible there, which exactly matched her guess. Danton's window was on the third floor, but they knew breaking glass would get the attention of any guards in the courtyard, so they would have to eliminate the soldiers first without alerting the others.
"So what's your take?" Arno said.
"The guard furthest to the east seems the most isolated. It would be wise to take him out first."
"Oui, but what if there's someone in those tents?"
"What do you think those are for?"
"Je ne sais pas. I would assume they were medical tents in any other context, but this seems on odd place for that. Maybe they're where the soldiers sleep, maybe there's not enough room inside."
Even though it was day time, soldiers on night shift could still be sleeping at this hour.
"The question is where do we go from there? How do we eliminate the other three? Assuming three is all there are." The arcades and overhangs could be hiding more.
They continued to discuss hoping the situation would not change. Killing four soldiers was easy for someone of their caliber, but doing so without alerting the rest of the rest made it difficult. It would have been easier with more people on their side, but Timothee had been adamant they not get the Assassins involved.
This was a daring and delicate operation. Even with the best laid plan, it seemed something could easily go wrong.
"Maybe if we - merde! He just moved!"
