Burke pushed in his chair and turned to his bed. The electronic display switched off as he sat on the edge of the mattress and removed his socks. Tiredly, he leaned back, stretching across the bed with a long sigh. The team was well and healthy, and their recent adventure and discovery of Bruce's "nemesis" had been dealt with well enough, with Bruce promising the troll wouldn't interfere with their missions, or more importantly, their health. Before he knew it, Burke's eyes had nearly closed completely, when a sudden thump made him more alert. A thud came next, followed by a crash—and then a muffled grunt from what sounded like Bruce.
Sitting upright, Burke's hand drew his Colt Manhunter from under the pillow, and a magazine from behind the lampshade. In a well practiced motion, a bullet was readied in the chamber even as he stood and leapt for the door. Flinging it open, he dashed down the hallway, his bare feet making quiet slaps on the hard wood floor. Not to his surprise, Goro slid from his room as the two converged towards one another, and Bruce's room between them. Another thud, and another grunt, this time quieter than the first, as if deliberately muffled. Goro raised his heavy submachine gun, and with a nod the two turned, Burke turning the handle and pushing into the door as the Ork did the same, weapon trained on the room that was revealed to them.

Opening his eyes, Eli frowned. The Night One turned to the alarm clock beside his bed, frowned deeper, and listened attentively. The raised voices he heard in his dreams seemed quieter now, but he recognized a conversation taking place in the hallway in the waking world. It made him somewhat curious, and slightly concerned. He threw the blankets off of his body, slipped into his baggy dojo pants, and exited his room. His footsteps were silent on the wood paneled floor of the hallway, the short, soft fur on his heels negating any sound as he approached the intersection of Bruce and Goro's room, and the group that was gathered. As he neared, Goro gave a tremendous sigh, and turned away; though his face was obscured by his thick neck, Eli thought he saw the Ork grinning. Leaning around Burke, who stood with his head his hand, the Elf saw Bruce the Troll, and one whom he only assumed was named Montazuma: Bruce's supposed "Nemesis" they had spoken of earlier in the day. Eli had never met him, and as their eyes met, the Elf gave a friendly wave, ignoring everything else that might have been cause for alarm for the two Shadowrunners who had rushed in moments before.