He slammed into the doorway on the other side, and heard the distinctive 'thwip' of his electrogun either running out of power or breaking, which one he wasn't sure yet. He ran over to each mobster, and slammed their heads into the ground a couple times to ensure they were taking naps, and then scavenged what he could in the way of equipment, money, or other things that might be useful. The weapons he left with them, as they were a direct link to the crime scene. Done with the looting, he ran up to his office, and grabbed the backpack he had left in the leg area of the desk, and then grabbed his cigarettes, because why not. Everything else was either useless or use impaired, and with the room under an assumed name, he should not be connected.<br/><br/>Done getting everything useful, rather than everything but the sink, he left the office for the last time, and headed off toward his RV. The sooner out of town, the better.