As the baton dug into the faceless head Jacen dropped it, sliding backwards. He noted the lifelessness of the body and untensed as best he could. "Jesus what the hell is this shit?" he breathed, eyes moving from one body to the other. He turned, backing up towards them then spinning back around, checking his surroundings as he retrieved his gun. He made a quick check of things and was more of less satisfied. Fourteen in the gun with two spare fifteen round clips wasn't too bad. But, then, he had no idea what the heck we was gonna deal with next. It was disturbing to say the least, the faceless officers attacking with little regard to their well being.<br/><br/>'Just what the fuck is going on here?' ran through his mind as he left them to search the newly opened room. He peered in, weapon drawn and raised as his eyes swept the motionless room. He had an idea now, a vague suspicion that more of those... things were waiting for him. Once inside he found a third clip and he reached for it only to stop, remembering what had happened when he touched his gun. Reaffirming his grip on the pistol he snatched the clip up and stuffed it in his pocket, hearing the sound of another door opening. With a short frustrated yell he darted outside, weapon raised as he located the source of the noise: yet another faceless thing in a uniform. "The fuck?!" he growled and fired, clipping the thing in it's kneecap. As it faltered he tilted up, driving another slug into the midsection. It fell forward and Jacen rose, skirting to the side a bit as it started to try and get up. With a sudden spurt of frustration and anger he ran forward and kicked it in the head, hearing a crunch as his boot connected with skull.