"'M after the set heading north," she says, bolting out from behind her cover and working across the courtyard.

She thinks for a moment about asking for back-up, but figures they will when they've dealt with their own (prey) quarry.

Then, the thought gets pushed aside and it's time to think about fighting a man larger than her--about Achilles tendons and the abdominal aorta and the weight of the knives at her hips.