Without hesitation, Locus reaches out to grasp the edge of the car door, hoisting himself inside before turning to sit, perched on the edge. It's not so different from hanging off the side of a Pelican.

He's taken shots from the side of a Pelican before.

Thinning their numbers is unlikely. So when he aims, it's towards the bottom of their makeshift towers, taking out weak points near the base to cause them to topple, rather than aiming for those near the top. And his aim is unerring.

"Go."

He's got their escape covered. Mostly.