The plan was progressing just fine, right until the end, when Jagred got sloppy and screwed it up. He was just travelling down the empty streets, his steps light on the cracked sidewalk. The car he looking for was just about 10 yards ahead, if his memory served him right, which meant he could start looking for a vantage point right away. It was then, while his eyes were just too busy scanning the buildings above, a corpse took him by surprise. Acting purely out of his survival instincts, he leapt back and just fired the loaded crossbow, hoping for a hit. His reflexes had saved him many time before, hopefully it would one more time. In case that wasn't enough, once the bolt was gone, he reached for the ice axe at his belt, ready for the next round. His forte might not be fighting with meele weapons, but a man would do anything to survive. He would know. 

 If he remained unharmed by the end of the encounter, Jagred would proceed with the plan.