"How did you survive?" Damien still looked towards the closed door to which hid his miraculously surviving head of security. It was one man against four, and that was only what he saw. Who knew how many were there following the initial group, and it certainly didn't sound as if back up -their own- were on their way, or even close.

Now that Damien was safely ensconced in the makeshift saferoom, he was in no hurry to get himself out. Shoving that couch hadn't been easy and pulling it back would be twice as hard.

"Door's stuck, you'll have to make your report where you stand."