Jack jumped when the elevator crashed as he was near the shaft. The blood and innards came spurting out of the shaft, some of it splashing onto Jack's BDU shirt and cargo pants. Jack looked down at himself, then to the elevator shaft.<br/><br/>"And thusly we learn why we take the stairs in an emergency situation," He said matter-of-factly. "Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen of the board, this new fire drill we are initiating will save many lives. Don't worry about the people who died in the accident, they were just fucking dipshits who didn't know their asses from their Goddamned elbows!"<br/><br/>Jack slung his shotgun back on his back and took his cigarette out of his mouth. He began trying to wipe off some of the blood with his left hand. Eventually he gave up and just took another drag on his cigarette. He saw it was almost finished, so he just flicked it into the elevator shaft. Nobody would care, it was already on fire anyway. Jack sat on the metal desk and began thinking of what he should do next.<br/><br/>'I could try going upstairs again, but that just seems like it'd end in tragedy, so downstairs is good. But then again, most places that have sub-levels are very difficult to find your way through... I'll wait here for a moment to see if anyone shows up, if not, I go downstairs...'