It's the night of the fifth of November, I don't recall the year exactly but it doesn't matter. What matters is that I bring this mission to an end. The villa still has some lights on in some sparse rooms. He's home. I grab my night-vision binoculars and look for the guards. The wind gently brushes against the foliage that I had put on myself to be hidden by possible snipers. Breathe, Siren, breathe... I whisper to myself. Although Siren isn't my real name, I've grown into believing it to be. He's home I finally let out a louder whisper, notifying you. I give you my binoculars and slowly slide backwards, making sure no-one can spot the both of us. If only one of us stays out in the open, they can barely notice the light of the binoculars. I explain to you, as I get out my messenger device and start coding in morse to our base. 'He's home, we strike soon'. So? Any news? I quietly put back the device, and pull up my mask, now only the eyes were visible.