Sun had to be careful, he saw the jets he was planning on blowing up. He also saw the guards, if he was going to pull this off he needed to past them. Sun slowly crept forward, the shadows letting him blend in with the night. He got past the guards, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Sun grabbed one of the makeshift bombs out of the leather messenger bag, and planted it to the gas tank of the jet. He did that with several others, before he ran one of the guards saw him, "damn" Sun threw one of the knives he had. Sun had got him in the shoulder, explosions broke the silence of the night he didn't look back he just kept running.