Beck was leaning against the wall in the entrance to the War Room. He checked his watch. Where the [i]hell[/i] was Cal? Beck looked over to Killian. 
"Maybe we should go look for h-" He didn't notice Cal coming down the hall, but he was cut off by the sounding alarm.
"Oh, shit!" He was prepared to just train in his casual clothes, so he didn't bother getting his costume earlier. He started started running down the hall, passing Cal.
"I'll meet you guys up there!"

He pressed his hand on the scanner, not even waiting for the door to open fully before he dashed through. The room was was rectangle-shaped, had a white ceiling, light-grey walls, and light-colored wooden flooring. His white bed was low to the floor, and in the back corner of the room. Across from it in the other corner, a white nylon hammock was stretched out wall-to-wall. Closer, there was a wall-mounted flatscreen, and a grey couch across from it, a dark shag rug in-between. A simple desk and chair set to the immediate left of the television. The room was mostly lit from a large window on the far wall, which gave a pleasant lakeside view. Obviously a hologram and artificial sunlight, but pleasant nonetheless. 

He turned into the closet through the door in the front left corner of the room. Inside, three or four pairs of white suits and black hoodies (and vice-versa) were hung on the racks. He grabbed a pair and hastily changed into a white suit, grabbing his mask off the shelf. The bedroom door slid shut behind him as he left, and he made his way out of the personal quarters hallway and into the Monitor Room. He arrived just in time to see the footage of Cinderblock rampaging. Flipping the hoodie over his shoulder, mask in hand, he listened to Canary's advice. 
"This day keeps getting better and better."