there was alarms blaring throughout the underground fbi black site. it was dark and donald was barely able to see anything.

the black site had been infiltrated by a group who’s leader wanted raymond reddington dead.

gunshots could be heard ringing throughout the old sorting facility but none of the perpetrators could be seen.

that is, until footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs.

this caused donald to spin around and go to fire his side arm, only getting off one or two shots before he felt a sharp and intense pain shooting throughout his thigh.

the special agent fell to the ground, his hand clutching the deep wound on his thigh as he tried to stop the bleeding.

the next thing he knew was that he was being dragged away and out of the line of fire by reddington.