The metal door was triggered by a small datapad on the door. A green light flashed on it, and as she approaches she can hear small mechanisms click and slide into place. The door slowly swings open...only to be met with the face of a cop, a short distance away from the opening. "Freeze!" As he shouts, a sound behind her alerts Kizzie to the man from earlier. He's standing up now, smiling as he holds a pistol in his hand, aimed for her chest. The officer holds a heavier-looking revolver in his hands, shakily pointed at her head. "So, another hapless runner sent to her doom, eh? It'll be fun to reap the reward of your death. We will reclaim the Crescent City from the clutches of scum like you." The counter man speaks in a haughty tone, even going so far as to lower his gun slightly. The officer is still clearly a fair bit shaken, and the former desk boy seems too self-absorbed to notice much. "Now, do us both a favor and lay down your weapons. I promise we'll only torture you for a -few- months~"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>