Tada!

Still sitting at the desk, Chance is still typing on his laptop. As Destiny's scream echoes through the house though, he is on his feet in an instant. His blood runs cold as his handgun is immediately in his grasp. Sprinting from the desk, he vaults over the couch and races down the hall, his adrenaline pumping. "Destiny?!"

Skidding through her bedroom and seeing the closed bathroom door, he knew she'd been showering and there was a window in the bathroom. It was small, but an Agency man didn't need much.

With no hesitation, Chance's foot goes to the door. It bursts open, his gun at an upward angle, safe but ready to fire if need be. Seeing Destiny standing in the bathroom, his eyes go wide, not yet seeing the danger. "You okay? What is it? What happened?"