Gunfire. Now, that was a sound he hadn't heard out of the blue in a while. Soysauce found that his patrols usually ended quite peacefully, not much worth reporting in most cases. And this should have been another quiet patrol around the corridors -- up until the moment he heard gunshots ringing off in the distance. It only took him a moment to pinpoint what direction the sounds were coming from, and Soysauce immediately sprinted down the hallway, revolver in hand and finger ready to take off the safety.

His shoes squeaked against the floor as he turned the corner, almost slipping from how quickly he tried to move, and Soysauce stared for a moment, taking in the scene. Someone he recognized -- Mordecai. And a woman he didn't recognize. And someone he'd briefly seen on the network. Guns pointed at each other. Ah, that wasn't good.

"Security. Please stop and lower your weapons!" It must have been startling, hearing that sharp demand out of nowhere. Even before the smoke from those previous gunshots died down, Soysauce had his gun out and pointed at the closest person -- Jack, the man he wasn't really familiar with -- as he cautiously drew closer, keeping his gaze fixed nervously on the others as he approached. "-- Mister Mordecai, ma'am, I'm not sure what's going on here, but I'm afraid I'll have to stop you." His gaze turned to Jack, his grip on his revolver tightening as he added, "You too, sir."