The Two men were coming after him. He was trapped, like an animal. When a Shotgun barrel appeared beside him he grabbed it, yanking it out of the first man’s hands. He proceeded to swing it around and smack the butt of the weapon on the first attacker’s head. A bullet from his second assailant entered his leg. He acted on instinct, swinging the gun around and squeezing the trigger. He recognized the face an instant before the buckshot ripped through it like a sharp knife through paper. The man had killed his greatest friend and co- worker. Questions whpped through his mind. Why was Tim attacking him? Why would an FBI agent try to kill another agent? Questions were still whipping through his mind as he blacked out, finally succumbing to the pain of the gunshot wound.