Spender and Alyssa
He spun, brought his weapon up, and fired. The creature was small enough that if he found a vulnerable spot he might be able to actually take it out. Damn, if only he could actually remember what dinosaur this was. Dinosaurs hadn't been his childhood obsession of choice, something he was regretting at that particular moment.
"Oh, thank Jesus," he muttered as one of his shots hit the vulnerable spot in question, followed by two more shots. And then the clip was empty, he was ejecting the spent clip and slapping in another.
Firefights hadn't exactly been common for him during his time in the FBI -- one unfortunate one when he'd been in New York working counterterrorism not withstanding -- and one-sided ones even less so. Though he was really leaning towards qualifying the dinosaurs as armed by nature.