"Bait," Tom breathed, sounding tired. It was dark already and he could feel the sweat making streaks down his spine.

"We could poach one of the guards," Tom said, "Create a disturbance, lead him away...get the rest of them in a tizzy if we can use him as a bargaining chip." He shrugged, rubbing his mouth thoughtfully.

"Slip in the back when they got their attention focused on that."