McDowell waited a few seconds before darting from the doorway, hoping to neutralise the most pressing threat. At the exact same moment, Chapel made it half way across the courtyard. Identifying the potential danger from the emerging woman, he fired and missed and McDowell ducked thankfully back inside the building. Chapel was now completely isolated without any cover to speak of, a rare mistake for such an experienced agent. The vision of Travis’ dead body being unceremoniously dragged from the rear entrance was still haunting him and anger clouded any thoughts for his personal safety. It was then that the first shot hit him in the shoulder. It was a glancing blow, but it nevertheless impeded his progress towards safety and removed the skin from the top of his arm to the base of his scrawn
