By keeping his back to the wall Lunge could stop something from catching him in the back, but eyes cast to the floor could see little in the darkness. With luck, though, any wandering stares would bypass the tall, silent figure slipping along the edges of the room with the lean speed of a cat advancing on its prey.

Only this time it would do to remember that the roles had been reversed- from hunter to hunted. Weaponless, he wouldn't have stood a chance against... whatever it was here. The corner of Lunge's mouth twitched in irritation, but he resisted the temptation look up. Low profile, Inspector.