"Kasumi? Did you forget why we're even out here in the first place? I... ah, nevermind. You go look, find anything that's too heavy, call for me." Anders said, closing the door as he was asked. It was amusing to see the mindless dead outside paw for the little drones, hovering just out of reach.
He could use them to draw the horde away. Have two just saunter off, use the last remaining one to look. Which - which could actually work, and it only took a minute of tinkering before they set off on their course, enticing the undead with beeps, whistles, and buzzes. Might take a while, but those little things would thin out their issue a bit.
The third he sent looking for the source of the signal. As an idle thought, he checked his radio, shifting from channel to channel, trying to see if they might have gotten any closer to the trapped victims, following after Kasumi's footsteps.
"...Floor eighteen, room eight-one-nine. Sick and injured. New Horizons. Floor eighteen, room eight-one-nine. Sick and injured..." A woman's voice could be heard, muffled and distorted through the radio, but definitely more clear. He could understand what was being said this time. He paused, frowning as he took a look at the ground beneath him, where a large, grand logo was carefully etched into the marble, and underneath, strong, squared lettering.
New Horizons
Rest and Resort
Affiliate of Subsico
Rest and Resort
Affiliate of Subsico
Perhaps Anders might need to take a hard long look at the years of prayer he's neglected, for divine intervention might very well be real, even in the apocalypse. He shut the radio off - the message seemed to be on a sort of automatic repeat. They must be using one of those fancy emergency radios. Probably powered by hand cranking, even.
Of course, he looked up, seeing Kasumi nowhere. Hopefully she was on the first floor. He fiddled with his radio, switching it over to the frequency they all knew to use.
"Hey, Kasumi. I think they're in this building. Skip the supplies for now, head up to the eighteenth floor, alright? If you beat me up there - which you probably will, should be in room... eh - I think it was eight hundred and nineteen."
And with that, he found a staircase, and made a long, grueling walk up. In this part of the city, he had no idea whether the generators worked or not. Besides, elevators could fall without maintenance, and it's been quite a while.
He wasn't a coward, no. He was just worried about the integrity of the elevator.
He had to take a minute to catch his breath, but once on the eighteenth floor, he started scanning each plaque. Eight hundred and one. Eight hundred and two. He'd find the poor sods, give them the gasmasks they would need, and Kasumi would probably come up with medical supplies in a minute or two, help him patch up whatever scratch or shot they needed to deal with. Usual protocol.
He could only hope it went as well for the others. The dialogue he heard between Blade and Rei before he switched channels didn't really help his worry for them either.