Yes

Margret isn't going to like it, but you really want to go with Greg. "If I can be of assistance to you on your excursion I would love to go with you!" you say. Greg nods. "Alright, you have five minutes to change your mind. We'll be going with two vans and a dozen guards. Apparantly, one of our most respected agents was found on the site... dead."

You let the silence reach, only giving Greg a respectful nod. Greg was attached to this agent in some way, that much is clear. "Part of the job. Follow me." Greg says. You think of something right before you leave the room. "Oh, Greg. Could you send someone to Margret, letting her know where I'm going?" you ask. He talks for a moment into a little microphone on his chest and motions for you to follow him.

The trip to the barn goes by before you can even find a comfortable way to sit. The guards move out efficient as a SWAT-team, surrounding the barn and securing the farm areas around it. You had been given a bulletproof vest and with your own gun you move in with the third attack group. In the middle of the barn lays the agent. A female agent. Her clothes are torn to shreds and her body is covered in cuts and stains of various bodily fluids.