Methos watched through the scope as Duncan landed on Ritchie's assailants. Mac dispatched both with efficiency. He mused, " Hummm, more information on Mr. McLeod." Humming cheerfully to himself, he watched and waited to see where he should make his next move. Duncan and Ritchie followed Fitz and the two women out the other end of the alley.
Methos watched to see if the attackers had been mortal or immortal. Interesting! They stirred. As the two men stood talking, Methos lined them up in his sights. One squeeze of the trigger and they were both down again. His bullet had entered the back of the first guy's head and ripped through the forehead of the second. Still humming the thought occurred to him that he did miss an occasional cold-blooded murder or two. Besides as he had once told Duncan, "I'm good at it."
He surveyed the street below and decided that the police were getting the upper hand. Time to disappear. He slung his rifle across his back and went to the roof access door. He had taken the precaution of renting a small room in this building in order to have a safe house to retreat to. As he cautiously opened the door he heard voices and the sounds of men running up the stairs. Too late. He closed and secured the door with the heavy locks that he had installed last week. Escape plan number two coming up.
Going back to his coiled rope he repelled down the side of the building, landing silently in the alley. Methos approached what looked like a pile of discarded cardboard boxes and trash. He then removed the debris from his motorcycle. Donning the black helmet, leather jacket and gloves, he stashed the gun in the holster attached to the bike. Speeding out of the alley he headed toward Mac's barge. Fitz and he had established it as their meeting spot should they be separated.