The grease-colored brick and spit-colored floors remind Marlowe of prison.  Bare fluorescent tubes, wire cages over them like in a school gymnasium... clean but ugly.  Unsalvageable.<br/><br/>The muffled popping sounds in the distance... it has to be gunfire.  And screams..?  Screams in a firefight meant someone was shooting back.  There aren't enough shots for a firefight that would inflict casualties... the entire situation is fucked.<br/><br/>He starts to pay more attention to the doors, the walls... looking for a fire exit map, an elevator sign, a stairwell..?  He needed medical supplies, but he'd take an exit at this point.  Ideally, he'd be overjoyed to find a fuckin' security room... he could see what was going on without getting anywhere near the shooting, and might even be able to spot the bureaucrat... Oh, revenge, that sweet, vindictive whore...<br/>