On a rugged mountain path.
A group of men lay in ambush on the mountaintop. Their leader stared down, observing a small convoy passing along the road below.
"Boss, are we making a move? They look like a fat sheep. It's been a while since our last score, and the brothers are getting antsy!"
A man came up from behind him. He gazed at the convoy on the road below, his hand gripping a long saber, his eyes filled with greed.
The men behind him also clutched their weapons, looking eager for a fight.
"No! Everyone, back down!"
The leader's expression changed abruptly when he saw the flag on the convoy, and he threw out an arm to stop the men who were about to charge down.
"What's wrong, Boss?"
"We haven't had a score in half a month! It's a huge fat sheep, and they're not even heavily guarded. What are you waiting for?"
The man watched as the convoy below was about to pass the ideal ambush spot, his voice laced with anxiety.
"Listen to me! Stand down!"
