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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 779163" data-attributes="member: 10680">1st Floor – Entrance HallClairemont MansionThe sounds of battle cause Michael to jump up as if bitten by something, nearly hitting his head on the mantle as he does so. He franctically turns his head, but his position makes it impossible to see anything."Wha-?! What's going on up there?!" His panicked voice seems to jump from the built-up tension begin instantly released.Michael tries to focus on Carlson for a moment, hoping to be eased by the calm demeanor that he has come to know the man for. The look that he finds on the Sergeant's face isn't what he had hoped to find, the sight of a kind of primal rage causing Michael's train of thought to go into overdrive, about to derail...Michael looks at the candle dumbfoundedly for an instant, trying to remember why he had it. As he throws it over to the Corporal, he seems to remember the panel and the darkness of the hole behind it.The panel, of course! If there's a clip of ammo, there must be a gun to match -- they must have placed one there, it has to be there. Dear God, please let the gun be there.With that last prayer repeating in his head, Michael dives on hands and knees in front of the fireplace. He sticks both arms in the dark hole and gropes around the compartment, desperately hoping to find the gun.</blockquote>