"Hey, hey! Wait up!" the doctor ran into the staircase room just as the bombs guy took a couple of stairs down. "Wait up! I tried this key on a door back there on an impulse and it opened!"
Pausing, the bombs guy turned back to the panting doctor. "No ****."
It was quickly agreed that this door needs to be checked out. Queen of Spades followed her 'associates' back to the hallway, and finally to the door that the doctor left slightly ajar.
Forgetting the lesson she learnt at the beginning of the mission, Queen of Spades marched right to the door.
Just as she pushed it open, the bombs guy grabbed her shoulder.
Touched her!
In a rage, she turned towards the man, ready to kill him, when she saw the bomb in his hand.
That gave her pause, and to her bottled rage, the man smirked at her. "Allow me," he said as he tossed the bomb through the ajar door. Immediately after the *BANG!*, he rushed in, firing several shots.
Everyone ran in, thinking that the bombs guy is firing at targets. As the smoke swirled around the room, everyone fired their guns, bullets flying everywhere.
Then they stopped. And realized, as the smoke cleared, that they just wasted bullets. A lot of bullets.
They were standing in what looks like a receptionist's room. A desk stood at the end of the room, lopsided, one of its legs shot out during the shooting. There are two bullet-riddled couches lined both sides of the room. Beautiful wallpaper, full of bullet holes, cover the walls. There is a chandelier, which was probably hung from the ceiling, but now on the ground, ruined. There are two doors, to the left and the right.
They are close to the Don's office.
***
Smoke bomb tossed. Room entered. Bomb was for naught.