Prologue:
8:41pm Los Angeles, California: FBI Safe House
Don and his team attempted to surround the assassin. They hollered at him to drop his weapon. Don approached the man, thinking that he was now unarmed. He was sorely mistaken. Before Don knew it, a gun was in his face. He reacted on instinct, firing his own weapon, catching Condor's left shoulder, before falling backwards with a bullet in his chest. He felt another bullet collide with his torso, before David and Colby managed to subdue the man. The last thing Don remembered was Megan calling for an ambulance and a back-up team.
"We have an agent down. We need paramedics and back-up in here now," Megan spoke urgently into her radio. She looked at her fallen partner's body. Don was out cold, blood beginning to blossom on his jacket. She guessed that the bullet had only gone through the vest because of the shooters close range, and the power of the gun. It looked pretty bad. She was no doctor, but she was almost positive that he had a bullet or two in one of his lungs. Megan bent down above Don and felt for his pulse. It was still there, but fading fast.
"How is he?" asked David.
"Not good," she replied.
A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived, along with the other team. Colby helped the Agents haul Condor out of the room, whilst an unconscious Don was lifted onto the waiting gurney.