"Just a door." He holstered his gun. It would be better to have it ready--those bathroom doors were close, and they hadn't cleared the rooms to see if anything might be in them--but he also needed a free hand. The alternative was shoving the flashlight between his hip and the waistband of his pants, something that would require stowing the pistol first regardless.

He tried the handle. If they were lucky, it'd be unlocked. If not, it might be possible to break it open. The other group had been forced to in a similar hall the night before.

They weren't lucky, but the handle did jiggle--the lock felt loose. No noises from beyond the door.

He turned his face to Lana. "I'm going to try to kick it in. Please cover me." From the open hall, and from what might be inside.

A side kick would probably be the most effective. He stood away from the door as she got her pistol out, and, with a few preliminary motions, gauged the best distance and the approximate force he wanted to use.

When they were both ready, he slammed the flat of his foot against the door near the handle.

It popped open.

[To here. Lana godmodded with permission.]