The bodyguard staggered back as he was hit by the pizza pan. The elder, out of reflex, tried to shoot her and was greeted by the defiant click an empty clip before she was out of sight.<br/>The elder fumed. "Kill her," he grumbled under his breath and the two men with him scrambled in pursuit. Outside, tires squealed.<br/><br/>They chased her down two blocks and up three more, weaving through alleyways and across streets and down more alleyways. Two men gave way to three as new runner joined the chase. Eventually they cornered her at the end of a long alleyway, a two-story brick wall topped with razerwire between her and anything else, and no way to know if the wall was the side of a building leading to another roof, or something containing a sheer drop at the top. But there was a way up to the top, through clamboring on a neighboring building's dumpster and fire escapes.<br/>Three men converged on the alley from three different directions, mere seconds from a line of sight and from there, a killshot.<br/><br/>Near the pizzaria, sirens began to blare as neighbors, hearing gunshots, called 911.<br/>On the other side of the wall, the residents of the embassy were, for the most part, unaware of the ruckus save for alert sentries, who were starting to converge on their side of the wall.