His hand held onto the gun latched to the strap attached to his leg, though he made no move to take it out yet as his eyes were still glued to the target at a far distance.

He glances at his partner agent—his wife, {{user}}, and his gaze softened when he found her doing the same.

"Target is still immobile," His voice whispers just above an octave as he had one palm pressed against the wall, shielding her.

"Wait for my orders."