When Elizabeth's body was not where he'd expected it to be, the captain crashed into the wall. He captain had been certain that would've been it, but now the double blind had turned to his disadvantage and now he had lost sight of his prey completely. The woman had much more in store than he'd expected from a bureaucrat.<br/><br/>“There's more than your legs we don't need!” The captain threatened, letting lose a few more rounds for intimidation, although they landed far from where Elizabeth had hidden. The smoke was clearing slowly, soon the floor would be visible again. Which meant his feet would be, and she was still armed. There was only one thing left to do; an old-fashioned shoot out. The captain dropped himself to the floor; rifle in hand, searching for any sign of a woman. He stumbled upon a trail of blood, and he quickly traced it to underneath a desk. He hesitated a second before realising that was her, as he swept his assault rifle across the floor to take aim... If only he'd get to her now before she got to him...