Arget knows they'll be to this room any moment - this is where the most of it connects.  Wasting no time, he decides instead to scramble back up into the duct he'd come from - he'd have to put up with it a little longer, until he found another way out.<br/><br/>Someone was close.  The voices were enraged, and the instant he ducked into the shadow of the duct, he looked back to see the door swing open, an electric lantern peeking through followed by a lone wolf, slender and agitated.  It sniffs the air, and he curses his luck - but even so, the wolf kneels to examine the damage without taking a further look.  Arget silently sighs with relief - the smoke must have masked his scent enough.  Behind the wolf enters a reptile of some sort, bound in coveralls.  "Sabotage..." The lizard bristles.<br/><br/>"Well, there's still a few working pieces.  I can get emergency lights up in a minute or so, if I just..."<br/><br/>Arget takes aim from the darkness... four swift, successive shots ring out, and the water heater - as well as the cooler - explode in a fury of steam and flood.  The two hollar, scrambling out of the room as inches of water swirl on the floor, frayed wires sparking and hopping in the pool and causing them to nearly jump out of their workboots as they scream down the halls.<br/><br/>Arget himself fires off the last two over the pandemonium, and crawls backward, seeking a drop in the shaft for the next floor down.  Bullet casings rattle the vent in his wake even as he slides in the next full-moon loader, snapping shut the chambers and spinning them loose for another good shot.<br/><br/>Well, they know he's here now.  But they won't be getting that power back anytime soon...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice almost laughs - nervous, terrified laughter, as the First Sergeant's head rolls.  Whoever just did that was skilled, and furthermore, was expecting them.  Keeping himself against the wall, he starts to swing the chain, Kukri locked into the loop he'd made on the end.  Spinning it to keep momentum, he stays out of line of sight, head low.  (I'm gonna kill this motherfucker,) He thinks.  (Torturer and murderer - prepare to rejoin the cycle!)