“This isn’t a win-lose situation,” he adjusted the focus on the binoculars, “it’s more of a lose-lose.”

“Well then it’s win-win for the other guys.” She carefully unpacked the sniper rifle from its case. “Which is sad considering they don’t even know they’re playing.”

“Feel free to call them.” David scanned the parking lot, “I’m sure they’d love to know just how suicidal you’ve decided to be.”

“We’ve got a thirty-seven percent chance, that’s not suicidal, it’s just—”

“Stupid?”

“—Stubborn.” Amy finished putting together the last pieces of the rifle and turned to carefully unwrapping the unusual ammunition.

“Remind me never to ask what you consider stupid.” David’s breathing quieted and she could tell from the sudden stillness that he’d found their target. “Last chance to change your mind.”

“No man of woman born.” She slid the round home and took up position on the ledge beside David. “Lay on Macduff.”

“Second level, section C, tan Honda, wait for my signal.” He resettled himself, focus never leaving the target. “And less Shakespeare, more Die Hard.”

“Yippee-ki-yay Macduff?”