"So... What if I miss?"

Overture's face locked on Grave's, deadly serious. "I'm not joking around here Grave."

"Neither am I."

Finale leaned back on the couch, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. "It's a good question though, Overture. Just because Grave knows how to operate a sniper rifle doesn't mean he'll always have the perfect shot." She waved a hand. "I mean, what if the opportunity never presents itself?"

There was a moment of silence before Overture let out a sigh. He also leaned back in the couch, crossing his arms. "Alright. So what if Grave misses? What will happen next?"

Finale looked in the eyes of the other members. "Worse case scenario, he'll try to run and his soldiers will be on us. We'll be under fire and he'll be trying to escape."

"More than likely, he'll have prepared a vehicle just in case." Sharp leaned forward, spreading out a map of the city on the wooden table between them. His finger tapped the main road leading into the plaza. "Probably will have it on standby somewhere here." He placed his hands on his knees. "Given the road blocks during the celebration, he'll have maybe three routes he can take to get out of the area. Ten minutes. Fifteen maybe before he's out of our reach. It's a really shaky window."

"So, if Grave misses..." Overture looked at Grave, as if to challenge him, but Grave merely put another cigarette to his lips, eyes fixed on the map.

"We'll have to block his escape routes."

The sound of screeching wheels snapped Grave out of his reverie. He was laying on his back, cushioned by trash, judging from the stench that filled his nostrils. There was the murky sky above him, punctuating what looked like a wooden overhang that had a great hole in its center. There was a voice shouting nearby, calling his name. Grave let out a low moan, every muscle creaking as he pushed a bag of trash off of him.

"Grave!"

Grave struggled to push himself up over the bags of trash. The movement was enough to remind Grave of the distance he had fallen only earlier. He glanced to where the voice was, spotting his old friend staring up at him with the look of relief in his eyes. "Rest... Where..."

The sound of gunfire interrupted him. Bullets flashed through the air, not aimed toward him and Rest as Grave had initially though, but instead toward the car that sat in his direct line of sight. The smoke that blanketed the stage had drifted away, and racing toward the car was none other than Gordon and his bodyguards. Grave was shouting before he knew it. "Gordon! Stop him!"

The bodyguards were on the ground, pinning Gordon underneath them and attempting to make themselves as small as possible in such an open space. Grave's outburst had caught the attention of one of the bodyguards, distracting the guard long enough for a bullet to lodge itself in his arm before he could find cover behind his car. There was no clear shot from Finale and Overture's perspective, every bullet striking the roof of the car or flying to strike the concrete ground below, and by that point, the guards had managed to rush Gordon toward the cover of the car. Grave scrambled down the heap of trash on numb hands and feet, still yelling at Rest and even at Finale and Overture, "Don't shoot them, shoot the driver! The driver, dammit!"

But the guards had already started to open fire, the bullets immediately ceasing from Finale and Overture's direction. Bullets few into Rest and Grave's alleyway, the shots flying in wayward directions since the two were mostly obscured by the trash heap and the wooden beams supporting the overhang, but it was enough for the two to duck for cover. Gordon, by some miraculous stroke of luck, had maneuvered his way underneath his guard's shaky protection and was frantically trying to open the door of the car.

More bullets fired, this time from the dilapidated building Grave had just fallen out of. They struck the metal door of the driver's side, the driver's head disappearing underneath the metal frame, then the leg of one of the bodyguards as he moved in to shield Gordon, and finally the back wheel of the car. There was a great pop, the entire car sinking a few inches as one of the rear wheels instantly deflated. By that time, Gordon had already climbed into the car, his agitated voice reaching even to Grave. "Drive! Drive!"

The fire from Overture and Finale as well as Elegy's side had instantly ceased. They all knew their back up plan. And all of them had ten minutes to get to their positions. "Let's go!"