Something [i]popped[/i] into existence down the corridor and clattered noisily to the floor. Stamos whirled around, trying to identify the source. If it was a guard with a gun, he would have to "take care of" it. Something was rolling down the hall, around the T-intersection. To the right, toward the trams. He clomped his way in that direction. A pen. Through the fog of pain, he realized that he was near the entrance to the test subject dorms. They did hate him, but that wasn't really their fault.

He turned around, facing the supply closet.

"Damnit," he failed to say.

He whirled back around and started ramming his shoulder through the first security door. After a few minutes, he'd burst through to the inner door. This one was electrified, to prevent test subjects from breaking out. Probably a bad idea to ram that one in. Although he [i]had[/i] managed to stay conscious through a guard's taser. What the hell, he'd give it a shot. He rammed the door, got electrocuted, and passed out. For the moment.