 There is a gun in his hands. AR-15 automatic rifle. His mind supplies automatically. Standard issue for new agents or emergency armament. Fairly new. Pretty badgered. Right now, he's field stripping it with practiced ease and... He freezes. His hand jerking in sudden horror. He is field stripping a rifle. And he knows how to shoot it. He's never held a gun in his life. How? 55, Jim. The voice comes from his left. Jim snaps his head around the stair wildly at the source. Ragged brown hair. A crumpled lab coat. It's Madeline. Doctor Madeline Vogler of all people. Sitting beside him on the park bench and cleaning her own gun with the same swift automatic movements.