Amador knew stealth was the only way to get what he needed. The hospital was robbed of their supplies because they weren’t able to keep up with the taxes. The government saw fit to rob them of the limited supplies they so desperately needed, so, the night that ‘Zorro’ heard about it, of course he wanted to do something about it. He’d followed the governor’s men right to the spot they had stowed away the medicine. They would not leave here with it, that much was for certain. Creeping along the wall, Amador listen carefully though out of sight. “Yes, we set sail tonight, didn’t you hear the news?” one man demanded, his voice tense and hoarse. They were nervous; they knew that someone would try and steal back what they took either tonight or tomorrow. It was only an amount of time before someone tried. Amador never failed a mission before, though he’s come dangerously close to doing so. He wasn’t alone this time however; he had a couple of his group with him. This would take delicate measures, there was medicine in those crates that could break and ruin. No, this would need to be handled very carefully. Still though, blood would draw tonight. Kind of ironic really that they should be stealing hospital supplies. Reaching into his pocket, Amador pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it, covering his nose and mouth. Though effective on the guards who were choking, it also had the disadvantage to him as well. Rushing in, he let out a war cry.