Simon entered the bedroom, but paid little attention to details. As Adelaide seemed to run the information they had received through her head, he went directly for the air vent, wanting to see what sort of katana the maniac outside had managed to get his hands on. Behind him, he could hear the noise of Adelaide's failed attempts as she tried to move the dresser. For once he decided not to comment, managing to pry the air vent loose, luckily without dropping it to the ground as it almost fell.

Supporting the lid with his knee, he carefully snook his hand into the opening, being just too short to see what was inside. Luckily the Japanese sword was lying with its end towards him, making him able to grab a hold of it and pull it out without much trouble. He let the lid fall to the bed, hoping that any guards that came by would think they had tried to escape through the vent itself.

As he stepped down, katana in hand, Adelaide had bent behind the dresser, apparently reaching for the knives that lay behind it. He put the katana down besides the lid of the air vent and was on his knees in time to see Adelaide pull back with a yelp, red liquid dripping from her hand.

"Idiot," he scolded, "get that looked at so it doesn't become infected," he added.

As she left the room he bent down and got the rest of the artillery from behind the bed, trying not to think about how the boy had managed to get a hold of all of this. Afterwards he moved over to the dresser, and picked with him the remainder of the knives. He stopped momentarily to look at the katana, still lying on the bed. It was of surprising nice quality, though not that well taken care of, for obvious reasons. He could only imagine what the guards would do if they found a patient putting weapon oil on one of the most dangerous swords in the world.

With this, he stuck his head out of the door with an annoyed expression on his face, as usual.

"If you don't mind," he hissed, "I am not some sort of mule. Help me carry these things!"

Yukimura was sitting in the hallway playing with his hair. He smiled morbidly, when Simon came out annoyed. "I'll help." He said, paying no attention to his problems. After all it was his room they were invading. "Ah, I remembered another place." Yukimura said walking to the right wall, above the bed. "One of the reasons I could never sleep," He said grabbing the katana, ready to assault the wall. "You all will need to start running after this. Buy anyways i stole these from a military man, who visited me once."

Next was the sound of the wall being destroyed, plaster flew everywhere. "I was always scared I'd blow myself up." He said pulling out a box of hand grenades. "We need to run, that was loud enough to attract guards." He said, grabbing a few guns and bullets, shoving them in his deep shirt pockets. Only Yukimura wasn't running, he was walking. Obviously knowing that if anyone saw him, he'd kill them. But that wouldn't stop the nurses and guards, you see that'd only make them need to chase Yukimura more.

Delilah had been walking down the hallway, enjoying herself. It wasn't surprising considering she did it often; it hadn't taken her long how to figure out how to sneak out of her room. She didn't like being in the closed confines of her room, being trapped in the small area always proved to terrify her. The voices always seemed to act up around there and she hated when they told her things she really didn't want to hear. She sighed, shaking her mind as she heard the voices start talking in reply to her thoughts about them. They never left her alone, not even for a moment and Delilah absolutely hated it. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She still got those few moments where the images and voices would melt away and she would be left for a clear moment of sanity before it all washed away and she was left with her reality once more.

She shrug the thoughts out of her mind, not wanting to scare herself any more than she had too. Already walking down the hall she heard the whispering voices. Voices that were way too gruff or high to be normal humans; something that Delilah had used to help herself know if they were reality or fiction. Not that that would really make a difference. Her perception was still incredibly off and she didn't have much hope for much of anything else. Maybe the meds? The ones that they forced her to take that didn't make a difference whatsoever except to make her drowsy and lightheaded.

Her head darted up ahead and her blood chilled when she heard the sound of an explosion. What in the hell was that? She shivered slightly before she looked around, her common sense telling her that sooner or later guards were going to come and search from a noise that large. And besides, Delilah had always been one to be curious.

She darted down the hallway until she turned to an open door. Peeking inside she saw some of the patients she knew and she struggled to remember their names. But she paused for a second to look at the scene that was laid out around her. There was no way that was real she reasoned to herself, tilting her head to the side in confusion. Yukimura, Simon and Adelaide were just standing around peering into a hole into the wall. And then there were weapons lying around, something that proved to be rather cool in Delilah's eyes. She just grinned and then giggled, the sounds coming out more eerily than intended.

"Whatcha guys doing?" She asked innocently, a small smirk tugging at the edges of her lips.