There was a moment in any sort of action where for an instant, your brain froze in surprise and attempted to adjust to the new circumstances. It was that moment where training took over, and soldiers could react faster than civilians. Alyssa had an advantage even over the ex-military in the room: she knew what was coming.
She'd maneuvered her way over to the accountant - they really shouldn't let such little men carry guns to these types of meetings -- and then the shouting started. Between one breath and another she'd sprung forward, one hand jabbing forward in a quick move to push up his head, as she slipped her other hand into his jacket. She cleared the gun from the holster, slipped the safety off, and whirled Mr. White between her and Alvin, who was even now reaching for his gun. She pointed hers at him first.
"Don't do it," she warned, edging her back towards the wall.
"You bitch--"
Then Karl kicked the door opened and for a few moments everything was confusion as agents poured into the room, quickly surrounding and disabling the few men who looked as if they would put up a fight.