Yousef felt more than heard the glassbreaker, kind of a slight vibrating in his bones, followed by the crash of glass.<br/><br/>"das est nicht ser gut..." Gerad looked around the bedroom, his pistol following the movement of his eyes as they scanned the room. "bedroom clear, but it looks like we missed one hell of a party. and not the good kind, either." Gerad checked both doors, finding the closet empty, and blood on the sink and floor of the bathroom. "we have one for the body bag, upstairs bathroom." he moved to the third door and positioned himself on the left side, squishing into a corner, and pulled out his tac-knife and held it beside his pistol as one would a flashlight. "upstairs bedroom clear, ready to move when everyone else is."