You get up and walk over towards the limousine. Three of the agent's bodyguards stand tall in front of you, armed with assault rifles, and they look like they mean business. They look at the gun holstered on your side.

What the hell do you want, punk?

In an instant, you whip out your pistol and pump one of the guards' heads full of lead. His brains shoot out of the back of his head, splattering on the side of the limo.

Both of the remaining guards aimed their rifles at your head, and you froze. They must have had reflex enhancers, no one could bring a rifle to their face that quickly after seeing someone get their brains blown all over the place. The other two snarl at you, keeping the guns positioned.

Who are you?! They ask aggresively and motion for you to step away from the car. One of them presses a button on his earpiece.

We'll find out soon enough. NCPD'll be here in a minute.