No sooner had jack said they had company on the stairs, a loud curse hardly suitable for the mouth of a pretty lady flew out of her mouth that was barely audible over the sound of the screaming alarm. An alarm sounding was the last thing they needed. As soon as Jack gave the word to retreat back into the room she did just that, picking off a few guards as they came, ducking inside of a doorway to a cell to reload her pistol once it had been emptied so she wouldnâ€™t be an easy target. She could have sworn whatever creature thing was inside the cell tried to grab her but she didnâ€™t want to place much thought into that right now. Getting the professor and his daughter out of here was top priority. Once she was finally inside she helped him move the filing cabinet in front of the door, let out a quick expel of breath, and put her back against the wall.<br/><br/>Gun still in hand, her heart was racing. Her mind set to kill. Adrenaline pumped through her veins at a rapid pace and she was on full alert.<br/><br/>It wasnâ€™t long before there was banging on the door as the guards tried to get it open. Over whatever conversation the scientists were having they were shouting loudly in German as well as French, there might have been some English mixed in there as well. There was no telling for sure with the alarm, but it was sure enough to give just about anyone a headace. Looking around the area, Bridget took in her surroundings and looked for a possible escape route. Their best bet looked to be a door all the way in the back but for all she knew it could just be a storage room. There was an elevator down here as well that would probably to another section of the factory, or possibly out of here for good, but it may very well lead to a deathtrap. Of course the elevator could be broken that was always a possibility. Once again she was just trying to think things out and be a little realistic. Maybe war has made her think more realistically after all.<br/><br/>â€œAs much as I hate to say it, I donâ€™t think this little barricade of ours will hold out forever. Iâ€™m going to go check and see where that door back there leads,â€ as quickly as she could, she moved towards the door in the back and checked to see if it was locked. Noticing it wasnâ€™t she slowly cracked the door slightly and dared to peek beyond it. Not a storage room. Instead this seemed to be another room where they either made or did experiments something. She didnâ€™t even want to think about what was done in here; she caught the faint smell of blood lingering in the air and covered her nose while she looked around. This was probably where they made those creatures in those cells or something. The room did not appear to be guarded at least, which was shed a small light of hope getting out of here alive. The Nazis must not have thought anyone would come this far into their little lair.<br/><br/>Moving back over to where Jack was, â€œItâ€™s a small room and smells absolutely horrible, but there is a door in the back corner. Do we want to take a chance? We canâ€™t stay here much longer. Or we could chance the elevator back there and fight our way out. Youâ€™re the soldier, you call the shots.â€ Bridget smiled faintly. When a sound caught her attention, she glared at and took aim at a guard trying to force his way through the double doors, past the makeshift barricade. They could not stay here much longer.