Eleanor remained standing on the catwalk, the ruined portion between her and Timonov. She held her father's bow loosely in her left hand, and the remaining arrows in her right. As Timonov drew closer, he saw both. "Huntsman. I should have known that it was you who disrupted my patrolmen earlier. And now you've come back to seal your fate?"

Just off to her left, Booth whispered. "Keep your face covered. I'll do the talking." Then, a voice just as deep as Timonov's answered. "Timonov. Run now, while you have the chance." Eleanor darted a quick glance in Booth's direction and saw that he had found a long tube, through which he was speaking. The tube amplified and deepened his voice to a good approximation of Hiram Castile at his best.

"Why should I run when...

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