Once situated he reentered the hallway and, seeing no other open doors, made his way to the stairs. He climbed slowly, making barely a sound as he held his gun with both hands ready to fire. Once at the top he found the only door the key would unlock, the door for the Police Chief. He opened it and looked inside, seeing the chair facing away from him and just a pair of elbows there.<br/><br/>Jacen's eyes widened as he watched the figure rise, donning an almost ridiculous looking helmet. But as the man hefted a large sword he muttered "Oh that's not good..." He backpedaled a bit, raising the gun but stopping before actually pointing it at him. It hadn't attacked yet, not blindly charging at him like the others had. Still, it didn't seem happy to see him. "I..." he cleared his throat, "I'm Officer Sinclair, NYPD. I don't know what's going on here but... I don't want to any trouble with you. I just want to get the<i>hell</i>out of this town." he paused, watching the man carefully, ready for the attack he feared would come. "Can you help me?"