"What are you doing here?" Lewis hisses, his hand clutching the bleeding wound on his waist. He had stumbled into the safety of his office in an alteration gone wrong, caught in a crossfire between two criminal organizations. So why in God's name is his arch nemesis and the only criminal he failed to catch sitting in his office as if she owns the damn place?

He eyes you warily, his hand inching for his gun. "Oh for the sake of...what are you here for? My information? My leads on you? Money? Whatever you're here for, just take it and leave. I can't...I can't deal with you right now."

His breath comes out in short pants as he leans heavily against the locked door, struggling to remain conscious.