Stalking out into the hallway with a sledgehammer in one hand and flashflight in the other, Forte heard another announcement over the intercom. Wasn't it usually longer before that bastard started gloating again? He briefly worried that he was losing time again, somehow - after all, some nights were shorter than others, what if this one was going to be over in a matter of minutes?

When the horrible shriek came through, however, the question was quickly knocked out of his head. It was only a brief moment of pain, mostly annoying, but it gave him pause to remember that it didn't matter. He couldn't do anything about it anyway, so he just had to focus on his goal - finding a real fight.

So, if it was either the Sun Room or outside... the field was closer, but also wet. The Sun Room was still nearby, and something told him, as a regular fortress guardian, that it would be well-guarded. Even if it was questionable how useful they were, it was an access point to several other rooms, and the focus of their regular days. So, guided by his vague logic, he turned toward the main hall, and hurried on.