After only a few moments of running along the barricade of cars, the two reached a large FBI van parked behind another building. One of the doors swung open to greet them. "You have to see this," reported the same man they had heard over the radio. The sandy-blonde agent let the two in and closed the door. On a desk against one of the walls was three computer monitors. Two were cut into four, each part displaying a different camera perspective. In the middle was one camera shot. "We've got a shot of the man." Skinner looked over. On the main screen an angry man stood ranting at the petrified hostages as they sat on the floor. He had the shotgun aimed off to the side of where the camera could see. "Do we have an ID on this man?" "Not yet, but we've got people working on it." "What about Agent Reyes?" Doggett questioned. The man brought up another camera shot of the same room. The angle was different. They could now see what the man was aiming the shotgun at. It was Monica Reyes, leaning against a wall; her hands tied in her lap and her eyes closed. No... he dreaded. "We're not exactly sure, but I believe she's just unconscious." Just those words alone made him relax a little, but still in the back of his mind, he was still sick with worry.