It didn't take long before the rest of them were moving along. The hallways were oddly clear. Which made it all the more conspicuous. What in the hell was going on here? First was the classrooms. In each of the biggest classrooms were cot like beds, each with girls or children chained to them. Only a few had woken to the sound of the gunshot, mostly due to the drugs in their system to keep them quiet  and docile. The only room with  completely wide awake occupants was the last one, where there was one bed conspicuously empty. But no guards.<br/><br/>There were however the sounds of shouts coming from the back of the building. Not more than a handful of men and all clustered together towards the back. As they moved closer to the sounds, the particular noises could be made out.<br/><br/>"I think it's that red head bitch who got him to shoot Travis."<br/><br/>"Nah, that thing didn't look like she could hold a gun, let alone shoot one" But between their argument, they were trying to bust in the door. On the other side of the door, Sam was frantically looking for any evidence of wrong doing as she dug into his computer and hoped that the door would hold. Then she spotted it. A phone! God, why hadn't that occurred to her before?<br/><br/>She dialed a number she knew by heart, and let it ring.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Outside Charlie's phone was ringing. "Damnit, forgot to turn the danged thing off!" he grabbed it to shut it off, only to see it was an unknown number.<br/><br/>"Who the hell is this?" His phone wasn't unlisted, and he didn't give his number out without getting someone's in return. He motioned the other guys to silence.<br/><br/>"Charlie, it's me. We've got a problem...uhm...I've kinda shot the main bad guy and the rest are trying to beat down the door. I have a gun with four shots left max, and no clothes. Get me the hell out of here. I'd really rather not die naked. From what I can tell there's not more than a dozen men in the whole place. They keep the slaves to be locked up."<br/><br/>"Good girl. Calvary is on its way." If she didn't know, then it was likely they didn't know. Snapping it shut, he motioned to the rest. "Let's go, boys...we got us a precious cargo to save." And forward march, to come right upon a dozen men trying to beat in a thick wooden door. It wouldn't take much before it was a regular firefight, five of the nine men alive going down before the others could turn and look at them. Unfortunately none of them had working firearms. It had all been for show.