"Understood." replied Auhsed and most of the rest of the group. The two minotaurs merely grunted their affirmation.
A few minutes later the distraction was sprung.
"Whoohoo!" Three seemingly rich, reckless, thoughtless, and possibly drunk human teenagers appeared out of nowhere on motorcycles. Up, down, and around the tracks they went, laughing and shouting as they sped past baffled soldiers and rail workers. A soldier shouted at them to stop, and got an empty bottle tossed in his direction for his troubles.
Most of the soldiers immediately went over to try and stop the speeding youths. Thankfully, no one seemed inclined to shoot the troublemakers. The railworkers, human and non-human alike, mostly just laughed.
Team A went to work. In earlier days, the old magic wielders could have conjured invisible fields, or reflective walls. Some might have been able to teleport to get where they wanted with no fuss. Those days were long gone though. Nobody knew any advanced spells, but improvising with what they had was a staple part of any sorcerer's life these days.
The first and most basic spell anyone learned was how to conjure light. The much more difficult counterpart was conjuring darkness. It was a talent few ever learned, these days even fewer, but right now it was being put to good use. While everyone was watching the bikers, the sorcerers summoned the shadows. Being night, their work was already half way done for them. The lights illuminating the area nearest the train dimmed. The direct zone between the train and where the Fey were hiding was suddenly deprived of moonlight. They weren't invisible, but they sure were hard to see.
"Team B, we're as good as we'll ever be! Go!"
To the train. To the doors, inside. To the guns. One mage accompanying them brought a light into his hand.
"Sweet mother, that's a lot of weapons."
You give me joy, You give me hope, You give me love that doesn't change.