Turning, eyes saucer-wide and pistol raised... Marlowe backs into the room and closes the heavy security door behind him, thumbing the lock-mechanism on the door as it clicks itself securely shut... the shuffling and wet swathing sounds from without have him blinking in disbelief.  Could that be who was being shot..?  The infected ones..?  Is this a purge?!<br/><br/>'Oh, bloody hell...it's either get infected or get shot now... it's Sidney or the fucking bush...' his thoughts are interrupted by the handle rattling, working slowly up and down as wet 'thlump' sounds echo through the room from that door... he surveys the room around him quickly, checks the frosted-glass door... where the hell did that lead?!  None of this seems familiar to him, and none of these government fucks had a damn exit map ANYWHERE--!<br/><br/>Where'd the moaner go..?