Harold hurried into the supply closet desperately searching for a spare hazard suit, neutralizing foam, anything to contain the spill. No such luck, the room was almost empty. [i]I should have put in those resupply forms sooner[/i] he thought to himself as he groaned softly face in hands. Carefully searching the room once more he pocketed 3 things of interest to him. The 10 dollars [i]hey[/i] he thought to himself [i]free money! and i might be out of a job soon[/i], a flashlight [i]lights could go at any minute[/i], and the screwdriver [i]always handy in emergencies[/i]. He didn't know how to use a gun, the crowbar was to big to carry comfortably, and the bloody stuff made his stomach turn. He turned toward the door as he heard footsteps rapidly approaching and more people entered the room.