Dodger whipped around in a quick circle, hearing someone call out a name, one he hadn't heard in quite awhile. This name had more than a little weight around here. "Sass". He vaulted behind an old musty chair, in case it was an officer. No such thing as too much caution, Dodger always said. He contemplated in his head whether or not to respond in any way. Too many bad scenarios went through his head. This didn't stop him though, he had enough hope that it was someone friendly. 
Still behind his chair, Dodger put away his gun, instead taking a Molotov in one hand his lighter in the other. He stood, his hands raised, with the weapons. His entire plan revolved around the darkness blotting his weapons from view. "I'm assuming you got the same message that I did? Or are you just checking random buildings for a dead lady?" He asked, loudly and clearly.
His left hand twitched, a nervous tick he had, usually only happening due to a situation he knew he was in trouble. He peered around the small lobby, still unable to make out the figure of anything other than a few chairs and tables. There was no light other than a pale shine of moonlight through broken, boarded up windows. A small cough surfaced in the back of Dodgers throat. The dust wafting through the air certainly wasn't helping his visibility situation.