Slipping away's easy enough: the crack of distant gunfire keeps her footsteps quiet, hard crackle of radio communication occupying enough of Flynn's attention that he and his men hardly notice her half the time. Lazarevic on the other hand isn't blind-- he just couldn't care less. Half a city between him and his prize and the same feverish obsession that's had him collecting more clippings than she can count doesn't look like it'll be letting up soon.

So long as she doesn't do anything stupid, they'll continue to be none the wiser.

And she's confident, but not stupid: waits to snap over the radio frequency till she's two blocks in the clear, keeps cover at her back and sides to muffle the sound of her voice. It's so foolproof that Chloe's not even attempting to press out a whisper as she clicks the radio on.

"You there, Nate?"