Rye didn't take his eyes from the encampment but shook his head, speaking quietly from the corner of his mouth.<br/><br/>"No, I don't plan to shoot until I have to. Surprise is still probably our best element of strategy. I tossed the bomb into the middle but it needs fire to spark it. I'm hoping one of them will be careless and do it for us but the way my luck is going, I doubt it will be that easy.From what I can see there are four of them left. Two are puppets, one is a devotee and the other the leader of the Careers. All are deadly. Looks like Stark and the girl are going to be occupied for a while, which means, the other two should be at guard duty. I think we can get close enough to take them out. That crowbar of yours will work really good for this. I will slit the throat of the other one. Then we can get to that bomb and fire it. Stark and the girl are going to be harder to take out, Stark especially. He, I will probably have to shoot and up close so I don't miss."<br/><br/>Rye watched the clearing intently. He hoped to God he was right about the logistics. He thought about Eden and hoped he didn't hurt too bad when he died. A cold weight in the pit of his stomach made him shift his position a little when he thought about the pain of dying. Rye understood pain and wounds but he didn't know how bad it hurt to go from living to dead. He shook his head.<br/><br/>"So does that sound like a good plan?" he asked Emery, not waiting for an answer before he kissed her tenderly, then leaped from the tree and disappeared toward the camp.