Shoving his emotional responses further into the dark recesses of his conscious mind, Obi-Wan turned towards the guard house and sought out the two guards Alder had mentioned. His fingers twitched, muscles memory warring with hard won will, warring with yet more emotion before he inwardly told himself to get his act together, get into there here and the now, and stop being as twitchy as an initiate on their first mission.

Lifting his hand, he used the silent signaling system that the clones had used throughout the war. Giving Tech the direction of the two guards, as well as a count of four more, with an indication that four appeared seated, while the other two were still on their feet.

Six in total. Not really a problem, except for the need to keep as quiet as possible. He briefly weighed out the largest risk, determined it was one of the guards getting a signal out, and then turned towards Tech.

"We should pinch them between us. One of us through the door, one through an opposite window. I'll enter first, draw their attention. You be ready to target whoever breaks off to try to send any sort of communication, then take whoever is next in line."