Dante bolted upright, snatching the automatic rifle on the desk in front of him. He continued to get to his feet when he heard several clanks. His eyes dropped and he let out a long sigh. following the clattering of tranq bullets that fell too the floor, along with vital parts of the rifle. The rifle wasn't put back together properly, he had slacked off when he cleaned it moments before and now the clip had fallen out, scattering the rounds onto the floor along with the hammer and cocking spring. He Lowered his gun in defeat, the stock breaking off from the rifle as he did so.<br/><br/>'Fuck it, I'm better with side arms anyway.' He thought to himself. as he gave Jim the nod and burst out from the door, with drawing the side arm from it's holster.<br/><br/>Deep green eyes scanned the hallway as he headed towards stairwell. First act of protocol in the event of the auto-locking mechanism failing was to seal the breach as low a possible manually.