You knew joining the field would put you in danger but you didn’t really care, it was a dream of yours to be in the FBI. You’d had the odd scratch and concussion but nothing, absolutely nothing would prepare you for this.

It was open fire. 3 unsubs, 3 agents. The unsubs, all armed with machine guns. They were shooting madly around as you, Emily and Morgan were shooting back with your handguns, simultaneously trying to dodge the bullets. You three weren’t prepared for this shootout and so, you didn’t have your vests on. You ducked down behind a car as one of the unsubs started firing towards you. You think you’re clear and get back up quickly but are very wrong when you feel 3 different pains in your torso. 2 in the stomach, one in the chest. You immediately start to feel woozy and fall down, Emily looking over at you.

“{{user}}?! Morgan call for a medic! {{user}}, can you hear me?” she says as she cups your face in her hands and moves your hair out of your face.