Ashley had pretty much torn the room apart. The offices were pleasantly Zombie free, and he was currently pacing around the office.<br/><br/>"Oh come on, I blew up a god-damn gas station for this..." he said to himself, kicking over a filing cabinet in annoyance. Despite the fact that his destruction wasn't exactly rage-induced, he was still frustrated by its ineffectiveness, that was, of course, until he saw what he'd just done.<br/><br/>"Well hello, beautiful," he said, getting close to the hollow behind the cabinet in which a small wall-safe was set.<br/><br/>He walked back over to the tools he'd brought with him, whisting the tune of Danny Boy. He pulled out a drill, with a fairly heavy, but narrow,  bit. Cordless, but with a few extra batteries.<br/><br/>"Oh Danny...." he started, pushing the drill bit to the safe door, and starting it up, "boyyyeee!" he yelled, over the sound of the drill, "the pipes, the pipes are ca-all-ing..."<br/><br/>It was precisely at that moment that a silenced shot went off in the lobby, something he almost certainly would've heard, were it not for his own, not terrible, singing, and the drill in his hand.<br/><br/>It only took him a few minutes to crack the safe open, another skill he'd learned in post-apocalypse 101, the school of hard knocks, and...man he hated rhyming. He pulled the small safe open, and found what he was looking for. The safety-deposit master keys, and vault codes. He tossed the papers, vault codes, and all, into the duffell he'd brought in with him, and put the drill back, slipping the keys into his pocket.<br/><br/>He grabbed the duffell bag and walked out of the office and into the hall, stopping dead in his tracks, at the sight of a woman, silenced .45 pistol in hand.<br/><br/>He didn't move for a moment, his mind racing. Did he draw and hope to beat her to the punch? He was a quick draw, but his gun, guns, rather, two .45 caliber glocks, were in the back waistband of his jeans, and she was already holding her weapon.<br/><br/>He smiled, and raised his hands slowly, hoping she wasn't in the killing first and asking question to his corpse, mood, a mood he'd more than once found himself in.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose, we could talk this over," he said, raising his eyebrows. That said, he was already shifting his weight to make a quick jump-dive to the floor, into the nearest office to his right, just in case.