The entire CIA facility was put on lockdown, with Erica being taken to a private room. Her hands couldn't stop shaking, and Michael tried to hand her a glass of water, but she couldn't hold it.
Her mind was still trying to process the fact that two grown men had just disappeared in front of her eyes, and one had disintegrated her gun into dust in front of her eyes. She could not decide whether to classify it as witchcraft or a magic trick.
"Why the fuck did you go in there?" exclaimed the director as the door opened.
"Calm down, I'm sure she only went in there to get answers," Michael quickly cut him off, attempting to defend her.
The director breathed loudly, frustration evident on his face. Erica was supposed to have known better than to complicate matters.
Brown cleared his throat; "Let's all calm down and wait for the search to be over."
