They split up according to the plan.
Rhea slipped around the side of the house, her movements quick and quiet as she scaled the low wall, dropping into the backyard with a soft thud.
The television inside blared, so loud it carried through the walls, making Rhea wince even from outside.
Perfect cover, she thought, crouching low and creeping toward the back door, her collar ready in hand, waiting for the signal to enter.
Freya and Kael approached the front door, their footsteps light on the porch. Kael's heart pounded, the stun baton a reassuring weight, while Freya's calm exterior hid the adrenaline spiking through her. They exchanged a glance, and Kael rang the bell, the chime barely audible over the TV's racket.
