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Adrian turned to Solia, doing his best to calm his nerves. "I can't hear a thing." He gave a glance to her, starting to follow close behind. His thoughts kept going back to that room. The manner, the discretion, the method. It all felt too familiar and yet so foreign. It was clean, meticulously placed. If the killer had tampered with the body no one would have known, but they left him like that in the final moments before death. His heart kept beating, slowing down the further away he was from that room. The darkness as they ascended started to grate his nerves, the buzz and flicker of the lights giving him a headache. "Hold on, I got a light." Adrian reached for his gun, giving the motion of flicking a switch as a small bulb of light underneath the barrel shined. A small path of light lit the way, showing the stairs ahead of them. Close inspection would show there is no flashlight but he hoped she wouldn't press on that. He followed close behind, keeping his gun secure as he looked over Solia's shoulder. No noise, no voices as he saw the inside of the next floor. He readied his gun, prepared for what would happen.
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Claire sat in this small closet, trying to look under the door but seeing no light. She heard the sound of boots all around her, moving slower as they neared the door in front of her. Her breathing silent, she moved towards the back of the room. No noise, she couldn't make a sound or they'd find her. She tensed as the footsteps started again, starting to walk away as she heard the sound of a radio. No words, just static. A light shone under the door, passing by a moment later as she heard three pairs of footsteps. They moved around inside this room, moving in darkness around her, an occasional crash of a door breaking off it's hinges. She mumbled under her breath to herself, trying to calm herself. "You need to be quiet."