no time to verify it's contents. He ran for the door and out into the reception area. In the rush he had failed to account for dealing with whoever had arrived on the elevator. He skidded to a halt on the tiled floor and looked up to see a man in a suit.
[p]"Hello Wilson," the low tenor of his voice vibrated through Wilson's adrenaline fueled body. Before Wilson had time to react the man in the suit raised a gun and shot Wilson.
[p]Only a bullet wasn't what had pierced his body. It was a dart. Wilson hit the ground with a thud and his vision tunneled before losing consciousness. Winston opened his eyes again and light flooded in. He knew he had been out for a while but he wasn't sure how long.