A.J. stands alongside Rezilin as he pulls a silencer from his pack, quietly setting it in place on the end of his barrel. Though A.J. knows an explosion is the last thing anyone in here needs, he still reloads the M203, making damn sure to dispose of the spent shell as quietly as possible by kneeling down and setting it on the tiled floor. While he kneels, A.J. spots something near his boot; a live bullet, relatively new too. Upon picking it up he recognizes it as a 357 magnum, not too uncommon a round, but why would it be sitting in the middle of the floor, forgotten like this? The possibilities of why frighten A.J. as he keeps moving, keeping his ears open to any suspicious activity...