( When he shot, Monica sprang back. She didn't have the time to look where she was going--only an instant to get away from the bullet--and the back of her head hit the opposite wall, hard. She grits her teeth against the pain blossoming at the base of her neck, even if that means she can't smile at the howl of pain the man lets out. )
no subject
I need--his intel. Don't kill him.