Maria grunted to herself even as she strained to pinpoint the voice, tracking with her pistol. She was going to issue a memo making night-vision goggles required gear anytime anyone went anywhere near Gotham: not just a scope, and even if it would be in the middle of the day.
Too late, she saw movement, and then there was the muzzle flash and the explosion, and she flung herself to the side. She felt the passage of the bullet, low along her calf. For a moment, she couldn't tell if it hit or not - either way, time to go.
She snatched the rifle and bolted for a different corner, skidding on the wet and falling to a knee. "My agents don't have what you want," she called back. "And if you shoot me, I won't." Yeah, taunt the guy toying with you: great idea, Hill. She needed to eat up time, needed to get him to stop shooting her, but she'd had better plans.