Jack walked over to Nikolai, looked at him, then shook his head and looked elsewhere. Jack didn't much care for this situation, and he honestly didn't much care for his company either.<br/><br/>Thomas had followed the Captain as he briefed him, nodded when he should, then saluted and said, "Yes sir, I'll check on it." He turned around and walked out of the room. He looked to the left, then turned to the right. He walked down the hall and saw the doorways leading into other parts of the precinct, but he wasn't interested in those. He felt his belt, counted his clips, and noted he had seven spares. He ran his left hand over the top of his head, then turned into another hallway. This one was narrow and had no doors except for the one at the top of a stairwell which led to the rooftop. Thomas lifted his Beretta and kept it steady as he slowly moved forward. Upon reaching the stairwell, he aimed up and shouted, "If there are any officers alive up there, now would be the time to say something." Thomas stood there, pistol aimed at the door atop the stairwell, waiting for any confirmation.