(Yeah, where da eff is Misha?)<br/><br/>Jacen's gaze swept the lobby and he slipped inside. The gun was held half raised before him, moving slowly from side to side as he took in the room.<i>So far, so good.</i>He moved towards the desk, hoping to find something of use. Keys, a map, a phone or radio or something. But instead he found a gun covered by plexiglass. After a moment of trying to uncover it he gave up, briefly thinking of firing a round into it. He decided against it, rather choosing to conserve his ammo and thinking perhaps to get it out later. Seeing something out of the corner of his eye he turned and saw the bloody prints. A few careful moment of thought later he approached them, slowly making his way down the hall, senses alert.