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"Please, Clover," Emily hissed as she shifted in the tight space she and Clover had been cramped into for cover, "tell me you have a plan."

"Of course, I have a plan," Clover's eyes continued to dart about, tracing the area they were trapped in, "I always have a plan. The plan... is to do nothing." Granted, Clover had always had astonishing ideas to get out of tight situations (literally, a tight situation, in this case), but this was absolutely and utterly a ridicule!

Clover's bizarre plan caused Emily's jaw to drop. She stared at Clover, completely disoriented. Aloof, Emily did not pay mind to her actions, and she ended up raising her voice into a screeching tone: "Nothing?! Nothing?! How the hell is that a plan?! Do you think that's actually going to benefit us in this situation, Clover?! We're probably going to get killed, and the best thing you can think of is doing nothing?!"

"I was trying to keep us from making our own cameo," Clover hissed back aggravatingly. "Now, hush up before you get the both of us shot at, let alone possibly killed!"

"Oi!" A voice shouted not but eight feet away. "Targets have been spotted! Let's move!" The shouting was soon followed by disoriented bickering, which led up to heavy foot steps jogging toward the two young women.

"Oh, now, look at that," Clover stated, dripping in sarcasm, "I'll need a new plan now. Nice one, Emily! Nice going!" She mumbled under her breath for a moment, something about Emily being an idjit for blowing their cover. Clover looked Emily over, realising that, in their current situation, she probably didn't have a chance of survival. After all, the young blonde standing before Clover was leaning a tad bit toward the dependent and weak side of life. "Alright," Clover aforementioned, "Listen. There's only enough time for one of us to escape. Considering that the whole ordeal is, indeed, my fault, I insist you run."

"But, Clover--"

"It's all part of the plan, Emily," Clover cut off her companion, "Trust me. Just go."

Emily stared at Clover, awestruck at what she was saying. She'd never heard of Clover putting her own life at risk for the sake of another. After all, in the past, Clover had always left Emily behind to fend for herself. "But, what if--"

"I said 'go'!" Clover vociferated, "And when I say 'go', then you go! It's for the greater good of things, Emily! Please, just trust me this once! I'll be fine!" She shoved her partner out of the cramped space and into the open. "Now run."

Emily hesitated for a beat, but eventually she swiftly zipped off out of sight.

As soon as Emily was out of viewpoint and earshot, four of Moriarty's hitmen -- one of them being a hitWOMAN -- trotted up to Clover and pointed their weaponry at her. "Surrender!" One of them barked, "We want your hands up where we can see 'em!"

"What, and look weak?" Clover smirked as she lurched out of the tight area to become fully visible to the snipers, "I'd rather not, actually." She crossed her hands behind her back and smiled sarcastically.

"We have you now!" The same sniper cried, "Yield!"

"I'm not doing anything," Clover rocked backwards and forwards on her heels, "just standing -- err, rocking, for that matter -- here."

The main hitman -- a rather familiar face; Anderson, otherwise known as Sebastian Moran -- looked to one of the others: "Secure the area." He turned to the female, "And, you. Restrain the subject." Moran looked over the other snipers, "As for the rest of you; make sure she doesn't have any little 'friends' running amok the building. I suspect she's wise enough to have a few men and/or women of her own taking security for her."

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"Please, Clover," Emily hissed as she shifted in the tight space she and Clover had been cramped into for cover, "tell me you have a plan."

"Of course, I have a plan," Clover's eyes continued to dart about, tracing the area they were trapped in, "I always have a plan. The plan... is to do nothing." Granted, Clover had always had astonishing ideas to get out of tight situations (literally, a tight situation, in this case), but this was absolutely and utterly a ridicule!

Clover's bizarre plan caused Emily's jaw to drop. She stared at Clover, completely disoriented. Aloof, Emily did not pay mind to her actions, and she ended up raising her voice into a screeching tone: "Nothing?! Nothing?! How the hell is that a plan?! Do you think that's actually going to benefit us in this situation, Clover?! We're probably going to get killed, and the best thing you can think of is doing nothing?!"

"I was trying to keep us from making our own cameo," Clover hissed back aggravatingly. "Now, hush up before you get the both of us shot at, let alone possibly killed!"

"Oi!" A voice shouted not but eight feet away. "Targets have been spotted! Let's move!" The shouting was soon followed by disoriented bickering, which led up to heavy foot steps jogging toward the two young women.

"Oh, now, look at that," Clover stated, dripping in sarcasm, "I'll need a new plan now. Nice one, Emily! Nice going!" She mumbled under her breath for a moment, something about Emily being an idjit for blowing their cover. Clover looked Emily over, realising that, in their current situation, she probably didn't have a chance of survival. After all, the young blonde standing before Clover was leaning a tad bit toward the dependent and weak side of life. "Alright," Clover aforementioned, "Listen. There's only enough time for one of us to escape. Considering that the whole ordeal is, indeed, my fault, I insist you run."

"But, Clover--"

"It's all part of the plan, Emily," Clover cut off her companion, "Trust me. Just go."

Emily stared at Clover, awestruck at what she was saying. She'd never heard of Clover putting her own life at risk for the sake of another. After all, in the past, Clover had always left Emily behind to fend for herself. "But, what if--"

"I said 'go'!" Clover vociferated, "And when I say 'go', then you go! It's for the greater good of things, Emily! Please, just trust me this once! I'll be fine!" She shoved her partner out of the cramped space and into the open. "Now run."

Emily hesitated for a beat, but eventually she swiftly zipped off out of sight.

As soon as Emily was out of viewpoint and earshot, four of Moriarty's hitmen -- one of them being a hitWOMAN -- trotted up to Clover and pointed their weaponry at her. "Surrender!" One of them barked, "We want your hands up where we can see 'em!"

"What, and look weak?" Clover smirked as she lurched out of the tight area to become fully visible to the snipers, "I'd rather not, actually." She crossed her hands behind her back and smiled sarcastically.

"We have you now!" The same sniper cried, "Yield!"

"I'm not doing anything," Clover rocked backwards and forwards on her heels, "just standing -- err, rocking, for that matter -- here."

The main hitman -- a rather familiar face; Anderson, otherwise known as Sebastian Moran -- looked to one of the others: "Secure the area." He turned to the female, "And, you. Restrain the subject." Moran looked over the other snipers, "As for the rest of you; make sure she doesn't have any little 'friends' running amok the building. I suspect she's wise enough to have a few men and/or women of her own taking security for her."