Zaffre watched as one of the suites at the top of the large, luxurious hotel burst into vibrant, dancing flames. Glass shattered, blazing and hurtling from above, falling on screaming passerby below. She watched as one by one people frantically whipped out devices, contacting the nearest fire departments. Some started to run.

The second shock came seconds later, creating another fireball. A blast of heat ripped through the air and hit her but didn't burn – she wasn't that close to the scene – but she knew that those inside the building probably weren't so lucky, especially Twisted Fate and the other dog that was with him. A strike with that much force and intensity would most likely disintegrate anyone within close range, and besides, last time she checked, the two were locked inside. No escape. At least he hoped that was true. She and Tact were fortunate enough to track them down here in the first place, but Scorn would be furious if the plan failed. The two were hard enough to kill already. Scorn didn't want to waste valuable time on them.

Tact watched stoically to the right of her, crouched with his eye locked into the scope of a sniper rifle. She could barely see him, what with his dark, tight-fitting armor, black mask that covered his nose and mouth, and spill of neck-length black hair. The only thing that alluded his presence when he was concealed like this was his tanned skin which stood out slightly against the dark ground. She wondered what was going through his head right now, but disbanded that quickly. If Tact ever wanted to disclose what he was thinking, he wouldn't hesitate to do so. The fact that he was as silent as ever probably meant that everything was okay in his eyes.

Unless it wasn't.

Tact's body locked suddenly, startling Zaffre. She looked down at him, eyes squinted, and noted that his eyes were narrowed in concentration.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Tact took two shots, the sound muted by the gun's muffler. His body jerked from the recoil. She heard him give a barely audible sigh of frustration.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked again with more pressure, though she didn't expect an answer.

"Which made it more surprising when she got one.

"They've escaped."