<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New New York, Public Library<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Phaedra<br/><hr/>It soon became evident that the poor Doctor Jenny was doomed.  The fire extinguisher that Phaedra had found had no chance against the inferno, which seemed to be marching across the floor like a demonic army, consuming everything in its wake and expelling a cloud of thick, dark smoke behind it.  The smoke was causing Drake's eyes to water behind his sunglasses, and he knew that he was already in danger of succumbing to smoke inhalation.  Quickly, he fished in his pocket for a handkerchief, and held it tightly over his mouth.<br/><br/>He retreated quickly, crouching to keep low, only noticing the arm of his coat was on fire when Phaedra blasted it with the extinguisher.  Nodding somberly in gratitude, he followed her and Sarah to the opposite side of the room.  He glanced upward at the roof, which now appeared to be cracking and bulging.  Not a good sign.  Once again, he wondered how long the fire had been burning--but he shouldn't be surprised, he supposed, at how quickly it had appeared to spread.  After all, ancient books with their desiccated contents would make the perfect fuel, and he could imagine the fire spreading from shelf to shelf, devouring row upon row of irreplaceable knowledge.<br/><br/>His eye caught the overturned garbage can as he half-lurched, half-ran,<strong>particularly the doctor's semi-melted tablet.  Instincts borne of many years of being a professional investigator kicked in and he scooped it up, stuffing it in his pants pocket. </strong>Assuming he got out of here alive, there was a chance he might be able to retrieve the data.  He had no idea what possible use it might serve, but you never knew.  Even trapped in a burning building with a bunch of other psychopaths, he was in the habit of being ever on lookout for clues.<br/><br/>He coughed behind the handkerchief and glanced at the window.  Kenzie, Isaac, and Tim were already working at the window, and by the looks of things they had already pried off enough boards to allow Winter and/or Alice to squeeze out. The rest of the group seemed to be clustered around the window, so Drake left them to it.  With any luck, he would be able to follow them out before the smoke overwhelmed him.<br/><br/>With any luck.<br/><br/><strong>He whirled, glancing desperately around the room for any other signs of exits, obvious or no--a supply closet, a service hatchway, even a ventilation vent--or anything else that might possibly come in handy, while he waited for the others to pull open the window</strong>.  Sarah seemed to have the right idea, and he scooped up as many of the water bottles as he could, carrying them with him.  He kept close to Phaedra, as the fire extinguisher she wielded seemed to be the best weapon they had at the moment against the encroaching flames.<br/><br/>He heard the jarring klaxons of an alarm go off, and nodded.<em>Good,</em>he thought.<em>At least someone had the sense to raise the alarm.</em>