Hostages at the plaza 

"She is there..." Ares muttered. 

His other three partners seemed to have heard him but didn't pay attention at all. They were too busy analyzing the battlefield and deciding what kind of strategy they would use. 

Ares put his hand in his pocket, touching something inside it. The low noise of paper getting slightly crumpled sounded. 

He didn't need to take the picture out of his pocket to remember every single detail of it. His memory was exceptional, nearly photographic, especially regarding such things. 

Ares pointed with his fingers to one of the corners of the plaza. That place could be seen only if you paid attention to the space between two huge buildings that were covering a part of that area.

Once his comrades looked at where he was pointing at, they also got surprised, though their faces remained unfazed. After all, for humanoids like those, that was not such an uncommon practice.