Daniel slowed the car to a stop several yards down the road from the shopping center, where the three could discuss strategy without wandering undead gnawing at Gracie's car windows. The driver turned to James, who sat in the passenger seat while Gracie kept Toffee relatively calm in the back. "I'm thinkin' we do this like we did the generator. You run around, keep them walking in circles while I stick with Miss Evans and bash anything that gets too close." To emphasize his point, the blonde handyman pulled a sizable pipe wrench from his toolbelt and tapped it against his palm. "When we get to the front door, we'll cover you, so you can run inside with us."<br/><br/>James thought over this for a moment, looking between his two companions as though seriously weighing their skills and trustworthiness. Ultimately, the solidly built man relented with a sigh. "Alright. But if I'm gonna be bait again, I want the gun." Upon saying so, he held an open palm out to Gracie, expecting her to hand over the revolver in her possession.