Sirens? Never a good sound. That meant trouble; maybe they'd finally caught up to him. Or, maybe their was something bad going on. Regardless, the Orc could not do anything as an Orc; first he had to slip away, and don his disguise.<br/><br/>Except he was not likely to have that much time; even as he turned to casually walk into the back room, where he could change in an instant without being seen, the glass window burst open. Squelching the knee-jerk reaction to sate his curiosity and see what it was that just happened, he would try to get through the door and, as he hears the guns, dive to the ground, so as to hopefully be spared a violent and ignoble death.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: TheHangedMan rolled: 1d20, adding 1 to the total<br/>Comment: Initative roll<br/>Result: 6,<br/>Total: 7<br/></div></div>