[color=darkgray][b]PENNSYLVANIA PLAZA // JAMES FARLEY POST OFFICE[/b][/color][hr]Walking along Badger nodded to the soldier who approached them. [color=00a651]"Thanks for the heads up."[/color] He said, even if he wasn't particularly thankful. [color=00a651]"Gotcha."[/color]

Following Bates close behind, Badger kept low in a semi-crouch. They were still close to what one could consider safety, but considering that every step brought the team further and further away from it he felt that a little bit of caution now would be justified, especially if later it would pave the ground for some aggression. 

Though he hadn't been here before, Don knew this place was supposed to be loud. There was supposed to be the cheering of crowds and the snickering of bookies, there were supposed to be announcements and vendors making their rounds. But this ghost-town? Well... Though not exactly afraid, the Agent certainly was unnerved.

As there was blood on the door to the security room it seemed that the Agent's suspicions of this place being a rat's nest were getting more and more proofs. Nodding as Firefly prepared to breach the room Badger likewise pushed the imaginary foe within, but it turned out the place was uninhabited.

[color=00a651]"I don't know."[/color] Agent Hayes replied to his partner's question, deciding to search the bodies of the police officers for anything of interest. [color=00a651]"But I don't want to stick around for too long to end up just like these two pricks. Let's just make a quick note of this and move on. Time is short, and we need that fuel now."[/color][hr]