I was detached to Bobby's team. We were going to cover John's ass while he retrieved his kid. Anyway, I was going to monitor the elevators. I wasn't to stop anybody, but just monitor traffic and dissuade people from using them as best I could. So I wasn't armed, either. In retrospect, this was a mistake. About 20 minutes in, a young Asian guy sort of lackadaisically wandered into the end of the now-empty hall. I was chewing some pretzel, and happened to look at him. He looked at me. Our gazes locked, and he gave a little jerk. What could I do? I nodded back to him. "You... Bastard." "You do it."