Monica Reyes took a deep breath as she leaned against the office wall, dreading what waited on the other side. "I know you're over there, FBI," came a voice from around the corner. A line of blood ran down her cheek. Her gun was gripped tightly in her hands. This was her last chance. Smoothly, she turned from around the corner and saw before her a middle-aged man. In his arms he cradled a shotgun. The only way she could react was to pull the trigger on her gun, but she didn't have enough time. Roughly, he brought the stock of the shotgun to her gut, bringing her down. A woman behind him screamed. Everything was a blur to her as she felt herself fall heavily to the ground.