You already knew what you were going to do before you started it. If I asked anyone "What is she going to do about this?" they would all have the same answer. It is the same response you have every time. And yet when I asked you about it,(more) your face wrinkled with sharp edges of concern and you told me "I don't know."
There's no need to be so dramatic. Humans are creatures of habit, and you never step out of your comfort zone. You prefer to never leave the tidy front porch of your small town home, seeing the same faces at the same hour on the same days. You pretend your life is spiced with variety, but it is as seasoned as a pot of mashed potatoes without butter or salt.
You were going to let the problem pass you by as slowly as it would like. Time heals all wounds if you have your head in the sand. If you can't see the cuts, they must be all in your imagination.
You already knew what you were going to do before you did it. You were going to do nothing.
"So you already knew about our little plan, did you?" The man in grey said, scoffing and waving a pistol. "I'll bet you and the agency never prepared for this!" He squeezed the trigger and shot a bullet at the rib cage of special agent Hanson.
(more) Hanson grunted and fell to the ground. The man in grey stepped closer, pausing to examine the writhing form, then kicked Hanson hard in the kidney. Hanson let out a strangled cry. As the man in grey leveled his pistol at him once more, the stricken agent's hand shot upward and grabbed the testicles of his foe in a desperate clench. Within a second or two, Hanson had crushed the man's gonads into pulp, causing the man in grey to drop his pistol and fall backwards onto the floor. He lay gasping within an incoherent pain.
Hanson stood up, wincing, and moved his fingers across his shirt to feel for the bullethole. There, above his right nipple, he found the bullet flattened against his armored vest like a coin. He pointed the man's gun at him and spoke, "Monkey grabs the peach. You couldn't have set me up any better for pulling off that maneuver, you know, thank you."
The man in grey sobbed and gave no signs of hearing.
"Two years of surveillance and interrogations. Six months of fieldwork. Untold hours spent undercover..." Hanson squinted down the sights.
"Now it comes to this." He pulled the trigger and a bullet lashed into the body of the fallen man. Then came another, another, and another. Blood begin to spurt from the man's wounds and his back arched involuntarily.
"You didn't count on me striking out on my own, did you old man? As of now, I'm officially off the agency payroll."