"Huh, wonder where she went," Levi mused as he wandered around the room, looking for clues. The only thing out of the ordinary was the turned over desk, but he could probably ascribe that to faulty building or maybe Sarah just bumping into it on her way out the door to go explore around the compound. After all, what other reason was there really for her to leave the room? David [i]said[/i] the mercs weren't gonna mess with them, after all. "Probably just went out for a stroll, no need to have me foll-"

Then he saw the dropped gun, and he had a minor metaphorical heart attack. Sarah leaving and accidentally knocking over the table, he could buy. But there was no chance in hell she'd leave without her sidearm. It was then Levi heard the sound of boots. David's words were exactly Levi's thoughts on the matter. The Vault Dweller spun around to see a muscly looking bloke. It was cool, it was cool... David [i]said[/i] the mercs weren't gonna mess with them.

Suddenly, a massive pain in his eye. The hard strike made contact after all, and while it didn't completely knock Levi unconscious, it would definitely leave a shiny black eye for his trouble. It was okay though, he could salvage this situation. He picked up Sarah's 1911 off the ground and attempted to fire a few shots off, only to get a single shot-off-and-miss and a good kick to the solar plexus. He still wasn't unconscious, but he was definitely out of the count, if his ragged breath and the pain he obviously felt meant anything.

[i]'DAMMIT DAVID, YOU[/i] SAID[i] THE MERCS WEREN'T GONNA MESS WITH US!'[/i]