Skinner stood next to a brick wall; gun in hand. Between the MPD and the FBI cars, the place looked like a parking lot. All around, agents and officers stood, watching. Red and blue lights illuminated the area. It seemed like every available agent was down here.. . As available as you can be at 1:28 in the morning. "Agent Doggett," Skinner called to him. Skinner could clearly see the distress in the agent's expression. Quickly, Doggett ran over to him. "What's going on assistant director?" he questioned as he looked over to examine the scene more closely. Every officer and agent down the line of cars was holding a gun. One agent stood up with a bull horn, but wasn't saying anything. Somewhere in front of them, beyond where he could see wt the moment was an office building. Monica was inside that building. So was a man packing a 20 gauge shotgun and an FBI issued pistol. There were at least twenty other hostages as well. "Right now we're working on tapping into their security system to take a look at the situation if we can." "What do you mean if we can?" Doggett's distress was turning into strict purpose. He had to save her. "John, we're not even sure if we can get into the system," he sighed. "He may have blocked it, or maybe covered the cameras. We're doing everything we can right now." Suddenly, three shots rang out through the quiet stand- still.