Salvadore had started running. He had a little bit of a limp—maybe he’d taken some damage from the grenade after all. Whatever the case, Olivia didn’t plan on letting him get away. She picked up her handgun from where she’d dropped it, and fired a few times down the hall. Her first few shots missed, but apparently her forth found its target, because Salvadore dropped to the ground, screaming and swearing as he fell.