This was over; Whitney would make her escape and if she played her cards right Castle would get the blame for this whole fiasco. Perfect. He was right about the grenade launcher and so it wasn't the artillery that hit him but a kick to his legs when he got to his feet again and a knife stabbed out wildly towards his side. Sloppy, but there wasn't really time for better. She needed him down for the count, she didn't care if he was out. When he went down she slung the rocket launcher off her back and aimed a shot at the street in front of the blazing warehouse, clogged now with cruisers and a firetruck. The grenade hit one of the cars and exploded, taking out another car near it and starting a fresh fire.
Officers already making their way towards the sound of tinny voices coming over their fallen comrades radio broke into a run to get to the perpetrator before they ran. The evidence was deposited beside Frank and Masque blew him a kiss goodbye from cold golden lips before she disappeared off the opposite side of the roof and into the night.