"...So what, we set up road blocks?"

"Road blocks will never do the trick. A simple wooden stand isn't going to stop a barreling car that's intent on escaping. We need something bigger. Harder to move. Debris or something--"

"Debris! Where do you suggest we get that, the hardware store?"

Sharp drew back, holding his hands up in defense. "Just a suggestion! No need to get all snippy with me, Grave..."

"Maybe we can destroy the surrounding buildings?" Elegy tapped the buildings on the map. "Block the passages that way?"

"We can't just arbitrarily blow up buildings. Not all the offices around the town plaza are governmental buildings. We're going to look like terrorists to the common folk if we start bombing people's houses."

"Like we don't look like terrorists now..."

Overture set his hand firmly down on the table, a motion that was probably meant to be noisy and violent. His face was drawn into a grimace. "Okay, Sharp. You got your input. Now shut up."

"Why do you always take his side, Boss?"

"Regardless, we'll need massive amounts of explosive to create enough debris to block all the roads. We just don't have enough." He leaned back with a loud sigh and the silence that followed no one seemed ready to break with brilliant ideas just yet.

"...We can't just have Rest magic up some more bombs for us?"

"Maybe we won't have to." A pause, Rest lifting his head up with a smile. "I mean, I won't have to." He looked back down to the map with a hand to his chin, silence falling around his lips again. He pointed down to the map, tracing his finger along the one of the lines drawn on the map. "These are the escape routes right?"

It was Finale that answered. "The three most likely. We can't just assume though. Like Sharp mentioned earlier, there's nothing stopping them from running through their own road blocks."

"Right right..."

"How do you plan on blocking the roads without bombs?"

Rest looked back up. "No, no. We don't need to block the roads is what I'm saying." He looked back down, tapping his finger at the center of the plaza. "Let's assume that if Grave misses, which he probably won't, Gordon's getaway car is going to have to swing in deep to get Gordon. There's no way they'll force Gordon to run to the car under open fire without much cover." Rest drew his hand across the map to one of the drawn lines. "All we have to do his get him out this way, take this route and lure him into a trap."

"...Like I said, we can't just assume. We'll have to block the other routes in order for him to take this one."

"If we can't physically block the roads, all we have to do is keep him from taking it."

"I don't think I follow Rest. How exactly do you plan on manipulating how he turns the wheel?"

"It's human nature. When faced with a lot of decisions in a limited amount of time, such as running for your life through a maze of tight streets, our minds don't have time to filter through all the pros and cons of every choice we make. If it's obvious that one choice is safer than another, we don't hesitate to take it. It's like a fork in the road. No one's going to want to travel down the dark scary alleyway when they can choose to go through Happy Merry Fields of Joy and Wonderment."

"Joy and Wonderment. Really."

Rest grinned. "Even if there were a pack of marauding bandits lurking just over all that joy and wonderment."

Finale held her chin, observing the map. "So instead of blocking the routes, you scare him out of taking them."

"That's right. Path of least resistance."

She looked up, giving a slight nod. "So we'll shepard him right to his death, huh?"

The screeching of the car, now accompanied by a sharp metal grinding not too far from the sound sharpening blades made when hitting stone, had already grown faint in the distance by the time Rest ran out of bullets. Well, his revolver didn't have many bullets to begin with, but Rest had fired every last one of them before feeling adequate enough to stop. The car had turned a corner of the street and vanished completely out of sight.

Rest spun around, already stuffing six more bullets into the chamber of his gun. "Grave, did you catch that?"

His friend was already picking himself out of the bags of trash, which were thankfully mostly filled with confetti or other paper waste left over from the makings of the congregation. Grave hoisted his sniper rifle over his head, slipping through the strap to let his weapon hang snugly behind his back. His face held a deeper scowl than usual. "Yeah, back seat, passenger side." He fished his secondary rifle out and shook out the shreds of paper. "God, I hope you know what you're doing."

"I do too." Rest shoved his pistol back into his belt, hopping over the sprawling piles of trash towards the other end of the alleyway. "C'mon, we gotta get on site before they show up. With that busted wheel, it'll probably be no more than ten minutes. All that really matters though..." He turned to glance at Grave from over his shoulder. "Is if you'll hit 'em this time."

Grave scoffed, quickening his pace despite all the weaponry he was carrying. "Don't worry. I won't miss this time."