Agent Barnes checked the clip and then inserted it back in his gun, returning it to his holster. "I just arrived a few minutes ago," he said. He crouched back by Jefferson's body. "But I intend to remain with his body until he revives."
He looked up at the incompetent agent. What exactly did he expect? With a rash of deaths and disappearances, was he meant to be sitting on his thumbs? If so, Agent Barnes doubted that Jefferson would have agreed. More harm should not befall the body, since Agent Jefferson would need to use it again. And with the Russian bitch here, he wouldn't be leaving Jefferson's side until he was certain Jefferson was safe and alive again.
"Is there a problem with that?" His tone was neutral, and so was his expression, but the poisonous disdain didn't quite leave his eyes.