Meanwhile, on the roof opposite, a pair of gunmen took up position, watching Redding, Joel, and the guardsman make their way down the Fire Escape. 

"What do we do?" One grumbled to the other "they've got Matthew." 

"Orders are orders," the other one said coldly "not a word of this gets out, not to anyone." 

"But-" 

"Matthew knew the risks when he signed on," the second gunman snapped "no loose ends. That's what we're being paid for." 

A rifle went off with a bark, sending a lone bullet whizzing through the air. The guardsman that Redding was holding hostage took the bullet between the eyes, his head exploding in a splatter of brains and carmine.