The backup power kicks on with an oddly loud thud. The backup lights kick on, they are red like the ones on a submarine. The red softens the severity of the light change and allows for more comfortable movement in the darkness.
I slip on some shorts and an undershirt along with my shoes. My tactical light clips perfectly into place as it should. As I approach the door, I tell Holly, "Don't leave this room, once I shut this door don't open it unless I know four times, two sets of two."
She nods her head and gets her gun out from the dresser.
A very loud alarm sounds, louder than the encroachment alarm from earlier. A lot louder than before. I keep my body tight to the wall as I enter the hallway and listen for any noises that may lead me to clues.
I'm not hugging the inside of the corner leading to the main room. I don't know what the alarm means or where it was activated at but I am assuming it is comi
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