watters sweeps the penthouse level with her rifle scope.
watters pours herself a glass of chablis from the mini-bar.
watters, trying to listen to sykes, but concerned by the sudden surge of activity from the police scanners.
watters shaking her head, monitoring scanner transmissions.
watters, re-targeting, bringing the barrett .50 to bear on the lower floors, sighting down from the top, counting back to fourteen, settling, locking off the tripod, gazing through her scope.  heartbeat building still, becoming more erratic.
--watters, panicked, pulling the barrett up off its tri-pod, hitting the hallway, double-timing to the stairwell. she has no idea that she's lost radio contact with watters.