"Consider it done." Evie steps into the darkness and starts to aim her zipline at the adjacent rooftops. But she doesn't fire- not yet. Instead, she turns to Alex. "Good luck." Because she can't help but feel it's necessary. "Let us hope we never have to meet again."

Without waiting for an answer, she fires the line, and disappears up and into the shadows.

Not thirty seconds later, a low whistle sounds from the spot where the guard once was. Coast is clear, Alex.