"It's time." Reaper said softly as he stepped out to see his friends waiting. Maya didn't say anything, her face spoke volumes of malcontent though. Carlitos simply led the way to the car.
                              
They rode in silence, the words not spoken as heavy as a shroud, choking them all a little, stealing the air from their lungs and hope from their hearts. None of them expected Reaper to make it to sunrise, the ambush set even though Logan didn't know when the attack would occur. WHen the car stopped a few blocks away, as near as they dared come, Reaper hesitated for just a moment. He looked at Maya and Carlitos and actually smiled softly at them. "I am going to survive this. I am going to return and then we will be done with this place." his words sounded so sure, so confident and Maya sobbed softly in response.
                              
"I'll hold you to that promise." Carlitos replied grimly and Reaper left without another word. He tried to never make a promise he couldn't keep, and it would be up to luck and skill to make sure he kept this one too.
                              
Approaching the heavily guarded building was a matter of taking advantage of every single piece of darkness he could. Years of moving like a shadow himself allowed Reaper to creep ever closer, sliding through blind spots and working with the failures of human nature to gain access to the wall. From the outside looking in, there appeared to be no guards or camera, but his trained eyes had spotted many already. Hard earned knowledge of how long those cameras cycled and how far a human's peripheral sight line stretched gave him the barest of moments to scale the wall like a lizard and slip over the other side. When no cry of discovery echoed out, he took a moment to scan around. This wasn't an actual castle to break into, or a fort to storm. At it's most basic function this was a home and Reaper crouched low on the steeped roof, the terracotta tiles a threat as much as any bullet would be. The heat of the day burned through the layers of his clothing to make his skin sweat, but it was oddly comforting, a physical reminder that helped anchor him into his flesh and body.
                              
The emotions and worries fell away as Reaper moved like a cloud across the night sky, silent and hidden in the dark, towards a sky light that was not a proper window. A sheilded balcony was underneath, the roof covering a crowded garden, the skylight a trick to allow in the sun while still providing some heat blocking shade. He had the option of exposing himself more and taking the easy route down the wall and over the side, but some instinct warned him that now was not the time for haste. Instead he worked his knife edge through the cocking sealing the skylight and slowly pried the glass out. Each movement was slow and deliberate, eating up the time he had to act, and yet Reaper never rushed. A single wrong move now would end this confrontation before it could properly happen and he refused to allow that to occur. Not when he was so close. The glass was removed and Reaper slowly ducked his head down to scan the garden, smelling the delicate scent of the Spanish roses that the Lady of the house must have planted. There was no room for a guard on the balcony, barely any space for even a child to move without catching on the long, dangerous thorns, but Reaper dropped down and into the garden  anyways. The rose thorns reached out for him like grasping daggers in the dark, but he moved past them with the grace of a dancer, pressing an ear to the door of hte building. When the sound of the guard checking the hallway passed, Reaper stepped out silently behind the man and slammed hte butt of his pistol into the back of his head. Before the unconscious man could thump loudly into the floor, Reaper caught the weight of him and dragged him back out into the garden, swiftly secruing the man's hands and feet with zip ties and gagging him tightly.
                              
The little information he'd gleaned about this building suggested that Logan was making it as hard as possible for Reaper to actually get to him without running into every guard in the building. He was in the master bedroom, the hallway in front of it likely piled with cameras and cops. So instead Reaper slipped into one of the smaller guest bedrooms and decided to take the long way around. He climbed the outside wall, assured that no one would see him in the shaded side of the building. It was a risk, anyone could look up and spy him from the ground, and the balcony he was scaling his way to could be littered with traps, and yet it was still the best course of action. Luck was with him this night, because there were fingertip grips and groves in the wall that allowed him to move along (although it was far from an easy trek) and no one spied his lizard like progress. He slipped onto the balcony and spied the trip wires and claxons that would sound if he severed the cords. Again his forward momentum slowed to a painful, exposed crawl as he maneuvered his way towards the balcony door, several hours having already passed since his first movements inwards.