The guards lowered their weapons, evidently recognizing the prominence of Blind Mag to be greater than the threat of the Graverobber. Mag was wearing a dark blue hooded cape and a long black dress that was too ornate for midnight graveyard visits-but then again, Graverobber decided, as the one with platform boots and rainbow hair, it wasn't really his place to judge.
Mag was standing in the doorway of the mausoleum and speaking quietly to the Genecop standing a few feet away. Graverobber couldn't hear what she was saying, but by her facial expression and the nervous nodding of the guard, he correctly assumed the gist of it was, "I am the Voice of Geneco, beloved of the people, so please, for my sake and yours, be more careful where you shoot those things."
Graverobber crept closer to the side of the mausoleum. There wasn't much to cover available in the graveyard, but he had some practice.
When he was close enough to hear what she was saying, he picked up a snowball-sized rock and threw it across the graveyard. It struck the barbed wire fence with a loud clash, and the guards all turned to look. Graverobber took this opportunity to cover the last ten feet between himself and the singer. Mag noticed him before the Genecops did, and her crystalline eyes widened. Before she could say anything, Graverobber leaped onto the stone step, grabbed her around the waist, pulled out one of his larger syringes, and held it against her neck. The guards all pointed their guns at him simultaneously, but held their fire.
"Okay, rats," he called out. "Shoot and the princess gets it."
