As Ryobi heard the ringing of the doctor's comm, he felt his heart plummet. Nothing was going to be easy, was it? He follwed Jan's lead, drawing his own handgun and looking for intruders from behind them as they moved towards the source of the sound. 

Even though it had been silenced, Ryobi could almost still hear the ringing echoing and echoing through the empty hall. He could tell Jan was tense as well, but Ryobi's paranoia lay more behind them than before them. The lift connected to almost every part of the station, and even if they didn't approach via lift, nearly any other means of egress lay in the way they had come from. Besides, Jan could watch the twelve; Ryobi had her six.

The sight of the comm sitting on a table immediately set a thousand alarm bells ringing in his mind. As a military police, he had been trained to no trust unattended electronic equipment in conspicuous locations. As he thought through various scenarios in his mind, he decided a bomb threat was too unlikely: a bomb could rip a hole in the station and cripple it, and the amount of time that had passed since they saw Gris on the cameras seemed insufficient to convert the radio into a bomb. The possibility was still there of course, but there were only a few ways to determine the methods of a trap. The easiest way was to intentionally trigger it. 

Ryobi motioned for Jan to step around the corner from the comm. The walls in the medbay might not stop a bomb's explosion, but they could shield her from other ill effects. Ryobi on the other hand would be in the middle of danger. Ryobi took a deep, slow inhale, lifting his gun to the ready. [i]3... 2... 1... [/i] the countdown in his head sounded. At the final number, he stepped into the room, wheeling towards the right to see if an enemy lay in wait. He hoped the room would be clear so he could approach the device and examine it more closely, but caution ruled today.