Midnight; time for action. It was a dark, overcast night. Perfect.
It was a fifteen minute walk from Marcus's house. Box with machine under left arm, bag of tricks in his right hand. Rufus looked relatively unsuspicious as he walked confidently towards his destination. He didn't hesitate as he walked along the service road to the rear of the undertakers.
Having done a recce of the compound, he'd seen a cctv camera trained on the gates. He had trained too with a homemade catapult. It took three tries before a dead hit on the camera with a glass marble.