“Huh?” He gasped, watching the dog fall to its side after you shot it. He looked over to you, the cause of the gunshot. “Lower it.” You ordered, showing your false FBI ID. He sighed in relief, lowering his weapon. When the dog raised its head, you shot it again. “Stay sharp.” You said, beginning to walk away. “Wait!” Kennedy said, walking after you. “What’s going on?” He asked.