Locked In (OPEN)

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Since the quieter hours of the night, Gotham's been quietly, slowly, but systematically cut off from the outside world. The airspace above the city has been designated a 'no-fly' zone for all but military and government aircraft, and all flights to and from the city have been canceled. The city's many docks have been closed: incoming shipments are being diverted to nearby cities, and outgoing ships are now only allowed to leave once they've been very thoroughly inspected. All the city's waterways are being constantly patrolled to ensure compliance. The city's many bridges and tunnels have been barricaded strongly enough to stop a tank, except for one.

And a little girl is arriving at the end of the single bridge that remains as the only entrance or exit to the city. Phoebe eyes the very large fence that's been recently placed to keep all but those who have passed a very thorough evaluation in, and absolutely everyone save for the government and the military out. Her eyes are shining with excitement, knowing only that the city they're at has lots and lots of bad guys and that she gets to help catch them. But nerves are high among the people running around finishing up the details of the checkpoint, organizing the black vans that will patrol the fence, setting up a few portable buildings to house the staff, and turning back a few confused early commuters trying to get into the city.

Excited she may be, but Phoebe is also a bit nervous. This is her first mission, after all, and though all the adults around her are putting on a show of brisk efficiency, when she reaches out with her telepathy she's bombarded by the energy of their thoughts. This is, to put it simply, a Big Deal. And Phoebe finds herself clinging to Agent Stevens's hand in a way that she hasn't since she was much younger, though she manages to otherwise keep her nerves from showing. And Agent Stevens pays the clingyness no mind, certain that her young charge will settle in nicely once the chaos of putting everything in place is finished and they can get down to the real work. The woman is calm as she leads Phoebe to where they are to meet Agent Tiff, and that does much to ease the girl's mind.

[fbi]

"No, it should not take over a week for the electric system to be set up," he stated coldly as he looked at the head contractor for their barrier. Sometimes Tiffany wished the entire nation was ran by the government so he would never have to associate with the private sector. Everyone within the private sector was driven by greed. They could never be satisfied.

The slightly overweight contractor was chewing on gum, and while he appeared comfortable, his eyes kept nervously glancing to the floor. "Sir, what you're asking for is quite extreme. We are have to reroute the electric wires to your fence that covers the entire city. It will take time," the man said then tried to give a smile to lighten the mood.

Tiffany gave a small frown. "I know what I am asking for, so there is no need to repeat it. I will cut your flat rate in half if it is not done on a timely fashion," he stated using the man's greed against him.

Before the contractor could protest, there was a knock at his Border office door. Tiffany glared at the door silently before saying, "Come in."

Once his words were said a little girl and a taller woman walked through. His mood immediately lightened at the sight of her. Tiffany loved children, and he desperately wanted his own. It was hard not to smile at one because they represented such purity. He turned a cold glare at the contractor again. "Get out. Our time is finished. Remember by the end of this week or your the flat rate is cut."

The contractor furrowed his big eyebrows in annoyance. He didn't even think this random agent had the power to change his contract...but that determined look in the Agent's eyes kept him from voicing that opinion. He left past the little girl and woman, slamming the door behind him.

When the door shut Tiffany automatically grinned. He walked over to the child and ruffled the top of her brunette hair playfully. "How yall doing, Pheobe, Agent Stevens," he said, his southern accent coming out with his more lighten mood.

He looked down at Pheobe, "I swear I only saw ya a few weeks ago and you have already grown." He wished children wouldn't grow up so fast, but they always did. Sin was waiting for them around the corner like a calculating snake.

He knelt down so he was at eye level with the little girl. He loved those grey eyes. They were full of spunk. "Now Pheobe," he said not really liking what he had to tell her. It was so strange thinking of this girl as a powerful weapon. She was too sweet to be so deadly. He also did not like being the factor that caused her to grow up so fast. He felt like he was pushing her in front of the snake and shouting 'Come and get her, Lucifer.'

"I am giving you a job that is ten times more important then anyone else's job, but importance does not mean entertaining," he stated seriously and losing quite a bit of his southern accent, "You see that man that just left. He doesn't want us to win. If he did he wouldn't be so difficult, but were not going to let him stop us. The United States does not give up at the drop of a hat. So I need you to do two things," he said holding up his two fingers, "One, I need you to attempt to monitor the fence. I have men watching it, but they are not as talented at you. I don't want people hopping over my fence like leap frogs, especially the bad ones." He paused for a moment making sure she understood what he was saying, "Now the second thing, which is far more important is that I need you to be my little detective. Have you ever heard of Sherlock Holmes? One of the best detectives. He could tell if someone was lying just from a twitch of the nose or the touch of a hand. He read through people so quickly he had no problem uncovering the truth. That's what I need you to do. I need you to help my men," he glanced up at Stevens, "And women," he said with less enthusiasm, "uncover the truth about the people who are leaving Gotham today. There will be a lot of liars, some will be criminals. So detective do you think you can handle it?" he finished with a grin, holding his hand out for her to shake in agreement.

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Spotting Agent Tiff, Phoebe immediately breaks into a grin. She's so used to everyone around her treating her so carefully or so seriously. She knows that they all think of her as a weapon and quite possibly a dangerous one at that. Agent Tiff does the same, but he also treats her like a kid - and since she is one and that's unusual she actually likes it. She may be a very powerful young girl, but she's still a young girl and most forget that. The only other one who really doesn't is Agent Stevens, but the woman is more like mother and Agent Tiff is more relaxed - kind of like an uncle, maybe.

"Good morning, Agent Tiff," Agent Stevens replies with a polite nod but, knowing that he really wants to talk to Phoebe, she remains quiet after that.

"I'm going good, Agent Tiff," Phoebe answers his question, carefully containing her nerves and excitement as she grins at his comment on how much she's 'grown'. It doesn't take telepathy for her to know that it's a white lie, but she's pleased by the comment nevertheless.

The grin fades, however, when he gets down to business. She may be a bit on the young side for something like this, but she does know when to take things seriously and she listens carefully to his instructions. Of course, it helps that she reads the minds of the people she's talking to as a matter of course - often people are much more specific and clear in their thoughts than they are in their words so she never has any trouble figuring out what people mean. Looking surprisingly serious for someone her age, she takes his hand and shakes it as she says, "I'll do my best."

Then, addressing his thoughts, she adds, "And don't worry - I'm already used to hearing bad thoughts; lots of people have them, and that's not your fault." She makes a small face at that, but looks only a little bothered by it. She knows that her job is to go after bad guys, and it's only natural for bad guys to have bad thoughts so she accepts that as an unpleasant part of her life. And as uncomfortable as it may be for someone to realize just what a girl her age might 'overhear' with that aspect of her abilities, it's not like there's a way to fix that.

[fbi]

"No need for such formality, sweetie," he responded with a grin, "Just call me Tiffany." He did enjoy the fact that even for her young age she surpassed most adults on manners.

When she shook his hand, his grin only grew. He stood up and tussled her hair again. He had no doubts in her. She would be far more successful then any of his men. She also understood how important this mission was, something other people did not. This wasn't just about Gotham City. This was about the entire nation, and the nation's fight against evil. Her second comment though caused him to grimace. He knew she could read his thoughts, but it always surprised him when she voiced them. Sometimes there are things a child should never hear.

He looked down at her with a small smile. "Thanks sweetie, but it is my fault," he said sweetly. Looking at her reminded him of why he took his job. He never wanted innocent people like her to face the cruelty of the satan. He wanted to wipe out those foul people who had tossed their morals to wind. He wanted all thoughts to be in consideration of others. He wanted them to be kind and caring like the Lord wanted, and the mere fact that they weren't meant he had yet to be successful in his goals. He needed to push through the muck of evil. It was his responsibility.

"Let's not sit on such sad thoughts though," he said with a larger smile, "You have a big day ahead of you. Oh and that reminds me." He turned away from her and walked over to his desk. He opened up the drawer that had the special present he had gotten. It took pulling some strings with the FBI, but it was worth it. He grabbed the gift and walked back over to her. He then held out a FBI badge for her. It wasn't a plastic toy, but an authentic badge. "It even has your name, Phoebe Knight, so you're officially apart of my team now. Don't go flashing that around like some do. Keep it close."

[powermaniac184]

Lisa was in hear running gear, she had been walking but now she was running. Each day things were brewing. It also didn't help that people were asking for identification even for a small party. Her sneakers bounced from the quirky sidewalk as she made her way down. Her hair tied up in a poney tail, the drops of sweat dripping down her face. Gotham was like a new york that was smaller yet massive at the same time.

As she was running down she noticed Agent Tiff, god that man doesn't ever lighten up. He was probably the kid reading the bible while others took their classes. Lisa was somewhat religious but not to the level that Tiffany was. Another agent and a small girl were talking to him, when Tiffany handed the girl what looked like a stamp or badge of some sort. Lisa stopped and took a drink from her water bottle. The water refreshed the throat, as her heartbeat began pounding away. Lisa wasn't going to interrupt but she needed to keep an eye on the agent, sitting on the bench was a good way to relax.

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Phoebe has always found others' thoughts of religion to be interesting. Having never been exposed to it in any way besides that, she's not sure what to make of it as a reason for doing anything. Her own desire to do good and fight the bad guys is based more upon the idea that when everyone is genuinely nice instead of just pretending then the world is a better place - it has nothing to do with theology.

She bites back a protest at it being Agent Tiff's fault - it's been her experience that arguing with adults doesn't get her much of anywhere. Though the idea does occur to her that, if there is a God, then it's probably his fault that a little girl like her is able to read bad thoughts - and though she wonders what Agent Tiff would say to that, she knows better than to ask, but the thought does make her smile. And that's one advantage she has over everyone else - she can read their thoughts, but they can't read hers.

And the grin only gets even bigger when she catches his thought about what he has for her even before he pulls it out. Still, she manages to hold still and be patient enough to let him get it - if he'd met her a couple of years ago she would have grabbed it with her telekinesis before he'd had the chance. But perhaps that she's able to restrain herself means that she actually deserves it - or at least, that's the sort of thing that Agent Stevens would say.

Instead she simply says, "Thank you Age... I mean, Tiffany." She admires it for a moment, squealing on the inside, before carefully storing it in her pocket. The day's hardly begun and yet she's already counting this as her best day ever. She's been waiting a long time for her first assignment. She only hopes that she doesn't accidentally screw it up somehow, even though her mistakes during training have all been rather small lately.

No sooner does she do that, than she turns her head towards the sound of an authoritative voice just outside. "Hey, what are you doing here?" asks the voice, and Phoebe looks out the window to see one of the other agents manning the checkpoint walking up behind a woman sitting on a bench.

[fbi]

He smiled as he saw the excitement in her eyes. She was so mature for her age, but it was to be expected. "You deserve it, kid," he stated. He felt genuinely happy at the moment. It had been some time since he felt that way. With his current position and Cathy constantly being angry with him, it was difficult to smile. If only Cath could conceive then maybe their relationship could be happy again, but the Lord was testing him. He had to work through it, and if he did he could enjoy moments like these. He smiled again.

His thoughts were abruptly halted when he heard the authoritative voice outside. His eyes went to the window to see one of his men walking towards a woman sitting on a bench. He frowned immediately. The Assistant District Attorney was once again getting her nose into business that did not involve her. It was almost suspicious. He would not be surprised if she herself was helping the criminals within the city. Lawyers. He shook his head then turned to his office door. "Don't ever become a lawyer," he stated coldly to Phoebe as he past her and the girl. He didn't state follow him, but since he had yet to give her directions to her new post and he might actually need her to deduce whether the lawyer was lying he assumed she would follow. Not to mention, she could read his mind so that really wasn't much of an assumption. Pretend your Agent Steven's daughter and that you are visiting her before staying with your father, and I'll play Steven's cousin. Pull on my sleeve if she lies., he thought. He couldn't let the ADA snoop into Phoebe. He didn't want her revealing the poor girl to the entire city. It would put her in unnecessary danger, and he would not allow something like that on his conscious. For that reason he almost wanted to tell her to stay back, but he needed her.

He stepped outside the portable building and into the area of military, FBI, US marshal all flocked and prepared certain procedures. Everyone who passed him nodded respectfully, some saluted, but Tiffany was on a mission. "Assistant District Attorney," he stated coldly as he walked up to the large man who was already drilling her with question.

"Do you know her, sir," the other man asked.

"Regrettably," he responded keeping his narrowed eyes on the woman, "You should not be on this property. You are breaking the law, and unfortunately for me, I cannot allow you to leave unless I am certain you are not attempting to spy. If you merely are trying to leave Gotham, the gate will not open for another three hours. Again, Assistant District Attorney I suggest watching the news."

[powermaniac184]

Lisa was just watching the discussion when a man in a black suit walked up to her and started questioning her. Then Tiffany came out of the room. Somewhat unhappy, probably because Lisa was watching. After he spoke to her, her eyes sharply stared back into his, " I can't sit down and rest without the whole city knowing? You really must have a tight grip, controlling people, ordering them around as if your a priest. I do watch the news, in fact I'm usually in the news. Paranoia isn't a good thing, unless you want to spend a few good years in Arkham. Other than that I suggest that you stop questioning me." This was a bad dream, one that Lisa wished she could charge the man with doing something wrong. It was as if he had a hypnosis over everyone. Sure, he may be good at what he does, but he doesn't have any boundaries. "I have no intention of being interrogated, I hope you don't either." Lisa was a tough cookie, it was going to take more than that to make her back off. Spying? Really?

She did have one sarcastic comment to add to her little battle with agent Tiffany, "Did you join the F.B.I to sentence everyone to hell. I thought that was God's job, unless your a saint". She again sighed and crossed her legs.

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Easily catching his desire for her be around in case he needs her, Phoebe quickly tells this to Agent Stevens and the two follow behind him at a more sedate pace. His thoughts are also relayed to Agent Stevens so that her guardian will know the plan, though she comments, It would be even better if I told you this way. Having never talked to him telepathically before she's not surprised that he'd forget that she could. It's written somewhere on her profile among the list of things that she can do, but that never really means anything to anyone until she does it to them. But she's used to stuff like that. And to being shielded from drawing attention.

When they step outside, Phoebe clutches Agent Stevens's hand purposefully this time and peers around herself as if she's shy and nervous - suddenly appearing to be much more like any other ordinary girl would among all these serious adults in an unfamiliar setting. She and Agent Stevens have had to play the role of mother and daughter many times before - any time they need to go out in public. The two stop just within earshot of the conversation between Agent Tiff and the unfamiliar woman, and Agent Stevens assumes an attitude of waiting for Agent Tiff and keeping an eye on Phoebe. Phoebe, meanwhile, appears to be distracted by watching some of the work being done on the fence even though she's really listening to the Agent Tiff and the woman.

It takes some concentration for Phoebe to sort through the woman's surface thoughts - people with smart, educated minds are hard for her to follow when they start thinking about what they do best since there's so much in there she has trouble understanding - but she gets the jist of it and her silence indicates that she hasn't heard anything untruthful.

[saxman59]

((OOC: Hope you don't mind if I butt in. I'm tired of all these polotics. Time someone got the ball rolling, and it might as well be me. Besides, want to get Force some action. ;D ))

Roman knew something big was going to happen. All trials had postponed indefinately, and his spies informed him that Gordon had barely left his office in a week. It came as little surprise, then, when he woke up to find a tall, electrified fence surrounding Gotham City. Through some heavy detective work, Roman deduced that the FBI was behind it. The detective work consisted of looking out his bedroom window and seeing the FBI tech truck parked on just the other side of the fence. Real brain-buster there.

Exactly 43 minutes later, Roman was standing outside an abandoned office building on the outskirts of Gotham. Now all he needed to do was to find the stairs. 'Stairs in Back Corner.' Thank you very much. Securing the duffel around his shoulder, he began climbing.

Upon reaching the 12th floor, Roman picked his way through the litter and scrap metal to the windows. Sliding off the duffel on his shoulder, he unzipped it to reveal what most people would think was a clutter of metal parts. Using a small screwdriver, he assembled a very lethal looking sniper rifle. Obviously, Roman wasn't most people.

Peering through a scope, he scoped in on the bridge across the street he knew to be housing the mobile headquarters running of all the FBI's operations. Carefully, he began sifting through the people he could see in and around the building. Settling his scopes on two figures outside the main office, he brought the scope into focus. A tall, intimidating woman holding the hand of a little girl. Bad time for a Take-Your-Daughter-To-Work day. Finally focusing on the main office's window, he saw his target. Through his reliable underground connections, he had obtained the profile of the brains behind the whole operation; a one Agent Tiffany. One helluva name he had there.

Confirming the man with the small Polaroid Roman had of the man, he took careful aim. He didn't expect to miss, but he wanted to get out of the office building before things REALLY went to hell.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, Roman placed the red dot of the scope right on the man's head. Time to see how if he could blow Agent Tiffany's highly intelligent brains against the far wall.

Roman squeezed the trigger....

((OOC...Again: I don't really intend to kill. Have him bend over, make me miss, have Lisa take the shot...whatever. ))

[fbi]

Having someone enter your thoughts is a strange feeling. It causes Tiffany to blink in confusion when the young child does. But besides for that one quick response he shows no outward appearance of it. It was quite a talent. A miracle and curse all in one. You will have challenges in your life, but you will go far, kid, he thought to himself not even considering she could hear it.

When the lawyer started sputtering nonsense, his frown deepened. Blasphemy. It was pure blasphemy. How did she even feel comfortable coming out of her home when her thoughts were so tainted with sin? He could not consider anyone feeling so comfortable with speaking of the Lord in such a way. To speak of hell in such a way. He looked at the bench she sat on and it seemed as if the shadow from the sun was forming a claw and coming to grab at the ADA's ankle. It would take a hold of her, but she lost already. He could not save from her wretched mistakes. Ba'al would have hold. He did take a causal step back to avoid the claw of the shadow. He would not be dragged down with her. "There are two possibility currently. You either are spying or you are admitting to your idiocy," he said not wanting to grace her blasphemies comments with response. He then waved his hand on the end of the bridge they currently were on. "Can you see the barricade?" he asked pointing to the end of the bridge that was closet to Gotham, "Can you see the border control we are setting up?" he said pointing to the end of the bridge that was closest to them. "Do you see the military official guarding and patrolling this entire area?" he paused to let her think over her answer. The shadow looked like it was crawling up her leg. "If you answer yes to any of those question then please do inform me why would you believe you could sit and rest here?" he said with a frown. It felt like he was talking to a child. He loved children, but he did not enjoy annoyances like this. "So please do not associate me with paranoia when the only possible way you could be jogging here would be if you snuck past the gate and guards," he stated coldly, there was a slight darkness to his tone. He would not have loose ends destroying his operations. He would not have moles within it.

"Now, you will answer all my questions or you will be sent to Blackgate," he added. Where you and Ba'al will be caged, he thought as he saw shadow engulf more of her, but then he noticed a red flicker in the corner of his eye.

The guard behind him shifted with a fierce look. He didn't seem pleased with the woman either, and the other people walking around started to glance and shift their weapons to easy access just in case she wasn't as she appeared. They all knew if Agent Tiff was speaking coldly to anyone it meant something serious. There eyes landed on Tiffany and someone noticed the red dot. "AGENT TIFF, GET DOWN!" someone shouted.

(OOC: The shadow is Tiffany's personal hallucination. It happens when he see someone as being particularly sinful.)

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As focused as she is on the woman's thoughts, let alone that she's purposefully not looking anywhere close to the right direction, the first sign of trouble Phoebe gets is the shout. But that's warning enough; there are only a few reasons to tell someone to duck, and all of them require the same response on Phoebe's part - and it's been trained into what's practically a reflex. Almost instantly she forms an invisible shield over the group, covering herself, Agent Stevens, Agent Tiff, the woman, and the guard who first confronted her. Half an instant later, there's a quiet *ping!* when the bullet hits it, appearing to deflect off of nothing several feet away from Agent Tiff's head.

It isn't until the bullet hits her shield that Phoebe realizes what the threat is - someone tried to shoot Agent Tiff! What kind of a terrible person would do that? But, having not seen the dot, Phoebe can't even begin to guess more than vaguely which direction the bullet came from. She doesn't have any training or experience when it comes to locating snipers - but she has some training on how to make up for that. Instead of fruitlessly trying to find the most likely place to look for the gunman herself, instead she turns her attention to the people around her, watching them react. Any of them who thinks they know where the shot came from would instinctively look there, while anyone else would scan around fearfully or duck and cover. So anyone with a steady gaze gets their mind checked to see if they're sure. It only takes one of them knowing where to look - if they do then she can find him with her telepathy, and then there'd be no escape.

If not, well, that's why she keeps her shield in place, in case there's any more shots. Phoebe may or may not be able to catch the gunman, but she's going to make certain that Agent Tiff doesn't get killed on her watch. They'd probably take her new badge away. Suddenly seriously scanning the crowd and even calmer about the situation than Agent Stevens, Phoebe's act of being a typically little girl falls apart. Then again, given the sudden commotion, it's quite likely that nobody at all will notice. The bullet deflecting off of nothing may be strange, but it's not like there's any hint that it was Phoebe's fault besides her change of attitude.

(OOC: Mask, I suggest not being spotted. Otherwise you're probably as good as caught - unless, of course, you want to be the first one caught...)

[powermaniac184]

The situation had been bad and awkward but after a red dot and a bullet that almost killed agent Tiffany or Lisa, things became worse. Lisa ducked and jumped toward the ground. Lisa was a lawyer not a police man. The danger was still there, when Lisa decided to take our her black berry and call the police. GCPD detectives seemed so stiff with murderous intentions. Lisa had worked with some of those detectives to put away high profile criminals and genius masterminds. But that was before she moved to Manhatten sexual crimes unit. Sexual assaults were far more important on an impactful level.

Lisa's hair shaked lightly in the breeze, as her green eyes undauntingly looked at the girl and the two agents. Something about the girl seemed unusual, as if she had a power or a secret more important than Gotham. Lisa felt unusal and was anxiously trying to leave the situation. She began thinking if Tiffany's job and Lisa's were switched. Tiffany would be one of those lawyers who had a narrow view that power carves law. So many of those types of people became lawyers. The people Lisa would be up against. Usually she won those cases and left an impression. Other times the impression was left but the case was so tricky and devilishly annoying that Lisa's position would be forced to defeat.

She spoke to Tiffany behind a bench, "Still want to interrogate me?" Enough was enough, now she was sure Tiffany or his agents would be able to handle the sniper. But she wasn't sure if he would understand her answers. Many things were important in a relationship. Especially: respect, honesty, and trust. Tiffany didn't respect or trust her. She respected him to the extent that she wasn't going to get involved in his responsibilities. It was clear that he distrusted lawyers.

"Obviously your position of this place wasn't secure, so where do you want to talk? My office?" The DA office was busy, secretaries, desk guards, defense attorney's and detectives were around. Lisa worked in the criminal and sexual aspects of the DA office. There were Two ADA's and multiple DDA's. Alex and Lisa respected each other, but had distinct approaches to getting the best of cases. Lisa was in need of a secretary since the last one quit because the work load got the best of her.

[saxman59]

Roman blinked. He blinked again. And again. He had broken most laws, but never the laws of physics. The gun fired, the tracer bullet had left the muzzle, and yet, the bullet had richocheted off thin air. Something was very, very wrong. Not taking any chances, he fired several more rounds into the air, just to make sure they had their heads down.

Having no other business, Roman decided to leave. After collecting all the spent shell casings, he removed three screws and dis-assembled his sniper rifle and put it back in his duffel. There was nothing more he could do.

Making sure the safety was off on the Desert Eagle in his shoulder holster, he vaulted down the stairs. "You and I have unfinished business, Agent Tiffany. Someday, I'll send you to see Saint Peter. Count on it."

[fbi]

Tiffany turned just as he saw the bullet ricochet. Phoebe might not have the experience with tracking, but Tiffany did. This wasn't the first time someone had attempted at his life, and he doubted it would be last. He glanced up at one of the upward floor as the sound of more bullet against the strange shield Phoebe had created. He focused on the exact angle they hit against the protective force then followed his eyes up to the location of the sniper. If this were under a normal circumstance he would have taken the time to be surprised by such an action and curious to how it exactly worked, but he was in work mode. He was so enthralled in his job that he didn't even stop to thank Phoebe for saving his life.

He is in that building, he thought then immediately spoke, "I want all men within the two check points of the bridge covering the exits of that building now," he said loudly as he pointed to it. Most of their eyes had been focus on him in shock. None of them could quite understand how the bullets were prevented, but when Agent Tiff spoke they ran off, pulling weapons out of holsters. When the Assistant DA started talking to him, he inwardly cringed. Did she not witness the same event he had? Because if she had, she would have realized this wasn't the time to talk. To be honest, her calm attitude and the very fact that she snuck in to a government area mere moments before the shooting made him extremely suspicious. Had she planned the shooting? Had she plan to lure him out here so the mysterious figure could take aim?

"Agent Lenard, shut her up and take her to the interrogation until I get back," he snapped at the man who had found her first. The bigger man recoiled at the anger in his voice before grabbing the woman by her forearm and forcing her in the direction of the portable buildings.

Agent Tiffs eyes fell to ground. The way the bullet had hit the shield meet it would ricochet off in this direction. He walked in a brisk pace over in the direction he assumed the bullet was in as he scanned the ground with his eyes. He gave a small smirk when he saw the glistening bullet. He reached into his pocket pulling gloves and a plastic bag labeled evidence. He quickly put on the glove and plucked the bullet from the ground, slipping it the bag before putting it in his pocket. If he didn't capture this man today, the bullet would lead him right back to him.

He then walked in a brisk pace to where he had sent his men, hopefully with Phoebe right behind him.