Cliff, for his part, decided that trying to avoid doing what was technically his job, after being told to do it by a group of armed men who clearly knew what they were doing, was probably not a good call. He had to think about it for a bit, including ways he could avoid walking into the death trap facility, but eventually decided that screaming about diarrhea and running off wasn't going to work this time. While he pondered this, the team made their way in and began clearing rooms, so Cliff decided to play uh...rear guard. Yeah.

That was definitely what hanging around the back while everyone else went into the unexplored rooms was called. Trying to make it look like he also knew what he was doing, he produced his gun, which still looked way too decorated and old to actually be used as a weapon, and stood with his back to a corner so that nothing could get in or out without him catching it. Unless it was invisible. Or faster than him. Then they had problems. Speaking of problems, he poked his head out into the parking lot. "Hey, I'm not going in here if bathrobes doesn't".