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[center][color=50a968][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bottom floor w/ Casey.
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Jo felt her knees faintly buckle in startled fright at the shaky descent down towards the bottom floors of the facility. She never realized she hated elevators until this very day. And how truly she hated elevators right now. As the elevator finally rested at a conclusion on the bottom floor she mentally praised the mercy of whatever higher power protected her from this death trap.

As the door opened Jo looked out to see a long hallway, scattered with debris from what appears like the ceiling. She was about to step out into the hall but came to a precautious decision. Though she didn't see or hear anything she thought caution was the best tactic. Reaching down to the floor she took a baseball sized piece of rubble, winding back before throwing it as far down the hall as possible; crashing with a loud thud before skittering to an eventual stop down the hall.

Jo remained perfectly still as her eyes scanned the hall intently for any reaction to the sound she create. After a moment of no response she felt a little more confident they, for the time being, had nothing to worry about. She relaxed her floating disks of dulled light back behind her shoulder blades before stepping out into the hallway.

As she walked down the hall her eyes scanned the area's intently, taking special notice of the hole in the ceiling; seeing nothing of note from it. Focusing so much on her vision she didn't notice that her foot steps were creating the noise that they were. Down at the end of the hall she noticed an open door, without taking precaution she stepped through the doorway to take a look; thinking it was safe as there wasn't any sounds that alerted her immediately.

As her feet barely broke the threshold of the room she was instantly halted in her track, a blade snapping up to hover just in front of her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest as she feared for her life. Entirely stunned stiff as a board; terrified eyes peering to the side where the blade came from.