Ken was waiting for the cross traffic to die down so he could jay-walk back to work when he got bumped by something strong and heavy. turning around to expect a linebacker, he instead saw someone more his size in a trench and black hat, but there was something about the guy that made his gut tingle.  He limped after him for a moment when he saw the shoulders seems to shift or ripple under the coat. Strike two. He looked to see where the guy was looking at another guy on a roof looking up at another building. Spies spying on spies, spyception? 

Suddenly two jets of (heat? light? rippling air molecules) fired from the man in a trench as he burned holes in his clothes. Too late to stop the shot. He did his next best thing and tried to 'help' the attacker. [color=0054a6]"Look out buddy, your coat's on fire!"[/color] He reached up and yanked hard on the collar back towards him, this should but by no means guarantee he throw the asaassins aim off. He'd push and pull to get the guy out of his coat as fast as he could, hopefully revealing who he was as anonymity is the spy's greatest treasure.