By the time the third shot rang out, the slam sounding shortly after indicating that the pursuers had finally made it through the door, Vico was touching his feet to the pavement below, all but yanking on the back of Adamo's suit the moment he landed to pull them around the corner of the building and temporarily out of sight. It was a good thing indeed that they were fast climbers - not a second later, a few men in suits and large, dark shades obscuring their eyes stuck their heads out the window, swearing under their breath in raspy Italian before pulling back in.

Forget about an errant tie - their clothes were entirely in disarray now. Wrinkles everywhere, with a tear Vico had managed to rip in his left shoulder seam from a particularly trick sharp protrusion on the second floor. They weren't at any leisure to spare any thought for that now. Still breathing hard, he glanced at the busy hotel parking lot and then back at Adamo. "Where's your car?"