32 kept his eyes on the man, unwavered by his offer. "I do not bargain with targets; come quietly, and the female won't be hurt." He seemed to mean business. 32 had no interest in the exchange of banter that the other, failed, agents had. He was here to get shit done. Or at least, until something went wrong. 32 felt it the moment it happened; the soft, almost inaudible whirring that came from his chest stopped. Beneath his armor, the light went out. 

32's eyes widened behind his goggles. He dropped the gun, clutching at his chest not unlike an old man having a heart attack. He made a rasping gasp as he felt to his knees, his chest burning and his whole body going weak. His heart was malfunctioning. He looked up just in time to see a woman standing off into the shadows, eye glowing. 32 hadn't seen her before; another variant. Variants were never good. 

His eye flicked to his gun, laying on the ground just a few feet away. He leaned slowly towards it, using one weak arm to hold himself up and the other to reach.