The feint smell awoke her, through half closed eyes she watched the red dot glide across the far wall. She rolled to the left, two soft pops told her the sleeping CIA man was dead. She knew she had run out of time, the red dot would find her head before she reached her loaded Glock pistol. Someone dropped from the ceiling onto the assassins head and shoulders, the loud crack as the one from the ceiling twisted the assassins neck full circle. Gave...