Bit had turned back to search the rest of the building. He did not carry a gun instead gloves that softened the blows that he dealt. It would send a stimuli into the receivers body and shut down the nervous system much like the pulse rifle. Without the gloves he could easily kill a normal human with a single punch. As he walked movement caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. "oi freze" Bit said as he turned to get a full view of the person.<br/><br/>His glasses searched the database to see if he could figure out who he was dealing with. The person looked to be dressed as a plague doctor although Bit had no idea what a plague was. After a couple seconds of scanning a picture popped up with a name. "Sers hur, yur wented fur...." He squinted his eyes to read the text. "Ferget it, yus umber errest." He cracked his knuckles and began to slowly saunter over towards the doctor. "Ger ahad reserst." Bit said and then smiled.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Era had made his way to the second floor when he heard a ticking sound. He stopped and scanned the room for the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming from a dresser that was positioned on the left wall with a window to the side of it. Walking over slowly he opened the dresser draws. Bottom to top finding nothing inside of them, but the ticking was still there. Scratching his head he turned around. The moment he did the ticking stopped causing him to falter and listen.<br/><br/>The door that he'd used to enter the room slammed shut. A metal grate closed over the window sending the room into pitch black. Era flipped his light on and saw something jump just out of his vision. He quickly pointed and fired in the direction of the creature. Three quick shots hitting nothing but air and the wall. "Bit come in." He said into his com, but got only static as a response. "Damnit" He muttered to himself.<br/><br/>He walked towards the door slowly then stopped as something rolled to his feet. Frozen with fear for a moment he just stood there. Slowly he turned his gaze to the floor to reveal the head of Tim. A wave of nausea swept over him as he stumbled backwards and tried to compose himself. "Sh*t...Sh*t...." He muttered as he steadied his breathing. "Show yourselves!" He yelled trying to hide his fear as he swept the room with his light.