Anders could hear her steps from the far end of the hallway. That was rather quick. "Sounds good. I'll slip mine after we talk to these folks."
He glanced at the door. Real, heavy wood, and a big brass knocker. He gave it a few loud raps, and raised his voice, "Hey, anyone in there?" He waited a few seconds, and got no response. It was dead quiet. He could see Kasumi coming down the hall, now, so he reached to adjust the radio, make sure he hadn't heard the message incorrectly -
Then his ears popped as three loud shots rang out from behind him. Wait - behind? He heard the wood ahead of him splinter and could feel a pop and mechanical hiss in his backpack as he stumbled forward, dazed. It didn't occur to him until about five seconds later that he'd been shot at. More importantly, he'd been shot.
Was it a trap? There were only three shots, and as he slid down to the ground, aiming behind him, he could hear shouts, yelling, and a thump. Maybe they thought he was dead. He'd made no noise, save for the gasp that was likely not heard over the general ruckus. Likely ready to come out and loot what they assumed to be a corpse.
Kasumi has to be getting closer. She'd definitely heard the commotion. He couldn't see into the hall, though. His eyes (and the point of his rifle) were glued to the door, waiting for any motion. Behind the room, a voice became more distinct.
"Who gave this trigger-happy idiot a gun?" An older voice could be heard, growing louder. Following his, he heard a few more shouts, and what seemed to be a distant, muffled thump. "Looters don't knock, son!"