Alexander was sat in his office at the time the alerts started going off. "Cell doors, floor G. Computer, why are they off?" The monochrome of his voice was strange for the situation, but he was never really one to panic. The computer didn't reply, which started to edge him on a little. "Computer. Floor G, Cell doors. Why are they offline?" Again there was no response. Panic filled the floors, and he could tell why. But being the intercom voice, it was his job to make sure everyone was calm. Xander's finger pushed down on his keyboard as he spoke into it. "Everyone, something has happened. We're not sure what, but please make your way to the exit in an orderly fashion."<br/><br/>Even though he was one of the head scientists working there, he had asked to speak over the intercom when people needed to be told what to do. That sort of power was brilliant to him, he could make anyone do what he wanted instantaniously. "Xander, it's time to get the fuck out of here." He chuckled lightly to himself as he fished through his drawers, he often kept his syringes in there. At least seven were pulled out and placed in his lab coat as he scanned the room. Xander started to make his way out of the door and turned around twice. There was so many people in the hall just running for the exit, it sucked that his office was so close to the malfunctioning cells.