"Easy, buddy," Duffmann said to Larry. "Just saw the gunfire, and so naturally, pulled my own. You're right though. We’ll take the back, shouldn’t be a problem." He spared a glance for the remains of the hostile. "You see the damndest things in this job."
Once Cade provided the comms info, Duffmann nodded, then touched an almost invisible earpiece, and turned back to see. "You got that, Franks?" he said. His headset was a lot smaller then any currently available on the market. You wouldn’t have even noticed it if you didn’t see him use it.
"All right, we’re good," he started to say, and then a neat row of red dots appeared on his chest, followed, just an instant later, by the distinctive sound of an automatic nine millimeter weapon firing from the second floor of the motel. The shooter was another male wearing civies, and he was firing from the shattered window on the second floor. Duffmann collapsed against the side of your van, dropping his gun, and leaving a bloody smear on the door as he slumped to the ground.
A third man appeared at the door of the motel, using the frame as cover. He aimed at Meredith as she was examining the remains of the first man, and fired a burst from his pistol. The bullets shattered the window of the van behind her, barely missing her head.