Author's Note: FYI, the last line of chapter two read: "And before they even realized what had just happened, they saw the MAN make a beeline straight for them." Sorry, that was a typo. It was supposed to read "the MEN make a beeline straight for them." Oh, and sorry it took me so long to update, I'll try to update more often from now on. Anyway, back to the story…

Eliot was the first to come out of the initial shock after only a few seconds. He was already formulating a plan while the others were waiting for their minds to start working again.

Eliot made a quick headcount of the intruders. There were six of them. They seemed to be in a diamond formation. Three in the front in a straight line, two more (holding guns) to either side of the first three (and slightly farther back), and one man standing in the back. Eliot couldn't get a clear view of the man in the back, but assumed that his location meant that he would be hanging back while the other five men fought. This meant that he was most likely, their leader.

Eliot and his years of training knew that taking out the leader was like going for somebody's head to end a fight--it always worked unless you're dealing with cockroaches or chickens. Seeing how these men weren't cockroaches or chickens, he decided to stick to the go-for-the-leader strategy.

In those few moments it took Eliot to come up with this strategy, the rest of the team had finally gotten into motion. They all gathered behind Eliot waiting for his cue to tell them what to do.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Eliot sprang into action.

Eliot moved full-force toward the three in front, then suddenly made a turn causing him to plow into the gunmen on the left. While keeping the gun pointed away from himself, and more importantly, his team, Eliot took out the first gunmen with a couple of elbows to the face, and punches to the gut. During this struggle the gun went off, luckily, instead of hitting himself or the others, the bullet lodged itself into the second gunmen's head, causing the second gunmen's gun to go flying back.

Two down.

The three men in front, after being faked out by Eliot, moved toward the team. One went for Nate, another for Hardison, and the other for both Parker and Sophie.

Parker, having basic fighting skills (and having taken lessons with Eliot on how to fight) lunged toward the man coming at her. Before letting the man's shock of seeing an (at most) hundred and twenty pound petite blonde launch at him, Parker kicked him right in the chest. Though not as powerful as one of Eliot's kicks it managed to knock him back. She preceded to hit the assailant with a spinning jump kick, that made Sophie (who was watching in complete shock) audibly gasp. After a good-old-fashioned punch in the face, and a knee in a slightly lower place, Parker's attacker finally fell.

Three down.

During this time, Nate and Hardison, who hadn't taken any lessons from Eliot and couldn't spin in the air like Parker, were being wailed on by two of the men. Because of this, Eliot (instead of going for the leader) went for those two.

He punched the one attacking Hardison, stunning him long enough to turn to the one attacking Nate. Eliot grabbed him, and practically threw him in the other direction as Hardison's previous attacker. Eliot then turned his attention back to the man he had just punched, who was starting to come at him.

During the fight, Sophie was beginning to feel more and more useless. Not only did she not even throw a punch yet, she was watching her team members get beaten. At that moment she remembered that in the battlefield, (that not only two minutes ago was their lobby) was a gun lying on the floor. Even though she had no idea how to fight she certainly knew how to shoot a gun. Just ask Nate.

While trying to avoid the chaos that had ensued in their once peaceful office, Sophie began to look for the gun. She made her way to the dead gunmen trying to see if the gun was still near him.

It wasn't.

She kept looking, but due to how late it was, it was hard to see very well. So she got on all fours and began to feel around, hoping she would bump into it sooner or later--preferably sooner.

I can't believe I'm crawling on the office floor…And in my new shoes! She mentally slapped herself for thinking about shoes while her teammates' lives were in danger. Sophie! How could you possibly be thinking about your shoes at a time like this?! No matter how cute they are…or expensive…or how good they make your legs look…or--Ahh! I have to focus.

After focusing herself on the task at hand, she finally found the gun she was looking for. She went to pick it up, but for some reason couldn't lift it. Maybe it's underneath something. She moved her hand up what she thought was the object pinning the gun to the ground.

Oh crap. She thought after realizing what it was. Oh double crap. She thought after realizing who it was.

"Looking for this?" the man said, holding the gun in his hand.

With Sophie's hands still wrapped around his foot and leg, the man pointed his gun right at her head.

"Stand up."

She did as she was told and rose, too afraid to try and run or fight back.

"Turn around."

Again, she obeyed the order. He wrapped one arm around Sophie, pinning her arms in place, and used his other arm, to hold the gun to Sophie's head.

A loud whistle was heard throughout the room, freezing everyone in place. Sophie and the man holding a gun to her head instantly became the center of the room.

"Put him down."

This order was directed at Eliot, who was currently pummeling one of the only two conscious assailants left.

After getting an affirmative nod from Nate, Eliot did as he was told.

The assailant, now bloody and swollen, got up and went over to where Sophie was, cursing under his breath as he went.

As a unit, the three of them slowly made there way over to the center of the lobby, where there was more light.

When they stepped into the light, an audible gasp could be heard from the other four members of the team, after realizing who it was.

William Travers.