~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>For Santa, there was the explosion... the door obviously torn apart... now a gaping hole. But also deathly silence. He figured some sort of alarm system should have gone off. Some sort of movement of personnel inside. Some sort of indication of activity.<br/><br/>But instead, it was nothing. The lighting inside was either dim (lack of power) or emergency red (generator backups?). Empty paramilitary hallways so far.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Fanya clicked on her radio...<br/><br/><i>&lt;"<span style="color: purple">Okay, Scout Teams, two ahead, one behind. Fire Team stay close to the main group, we all move forward together... in the direction of the blood smears...</span>"&gt;</i><br/><br/>Fanya could be totally rational and calm in a situation like this but at the same time some wondered whether she enjoyed leaving little tail end to comments like that to freak people out playfully...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>