Agent watched as bullets flew out of the clouds of smoke and into the open, not really hitting anyone.  Now the fire from the guards moved from Agent to Reaper's area and while she felt relieved, she was also terrified.  Why didn't she wear any kind of armor?  Why didn't she bring more ranged weapons?  Even if she didn't use real guns, couldn't she have brought a BB gun or a taser?  Realizing it was much too late too change anything, she popped from cover in time to watch Reaper's fist fight.  She wanted to hop in, but her eyes were busy searching for the last gunman.

Finally, she found the gunman who readied himself to shoot Reaper in the back.  [i]Coward![/i] she screamed internally, readying herself to launch into the gunman and take him down.  Just as she was about to jump, a shout burst through the air.  Agent stumbled and covered her left ear.  She quickly looked around, almost afraid of the loud and powerful shout that knocked down the guard.  Her ear was recovering sound when she caught the disappearing figure of whoever had screamed.  She couldn't conclude why they would be hiding, unless they were part of some rival gang and did not want to be spotted.  Agent sped behind the column and grabbed the man by his sweater, angered and confused.  "Who's side are you on?" she asked, voice betraying some of her fears.  Hey, it sounded good in the movies, so why did it sound so awkward when she said it?

She cleared her throat and repeated herself, voice now stronger, "Let me make it simple- you're with [i]us[/i] or [i]them.[/i]"  All of the assault guards were taken down, but there were still about thirty men robbing the bank, armed with pistols and possibly worse.  Then after they took them out they would have to fight a woman who shot fire out of her hands!  Agent had no time to put her life and Reaper's in anymore danger than they already were.  If this man was going to help them, she could apologize later.  If he wasn't going to help, she wouldn't leave any room to be sorry later.