until the appropriate moment to POUNCE would expose itself....
and then they would move forward....
as if motorized......by the opportunity at HAND....
all too aware.....
that SCRUTINY was upon their backs and shoulder blades........
that even in the most sublime 'innocence'.....
a question of 'valour' would pervade the scene...
nonetheless.....
they , anxiously,
yet patiently,
awaited the signal....
FROM that ,
forboding , red LIGHT at the top of the 'watchtower'.....
to turn its retisant 'colour' UPWARD.....
timing, sir.....
is EVERYTHING......
