[spoiler];)[/spoiler] Markov picks up the silenced pistol and acts almost as if he's going to chamber a round. He brings it to his nose and sniffs, trying to tell if the weapon has been fired recently. He checks the rifles next in a similar fashion. "This is some pretty serious hardware," he notes. "Did you ever think about telling this guy to stay someplace else? People that pack grenades and high powered rifles don't lead quiet lives." [i]My best bet was to check around for a sonic emitter. There couldn't be many in the city in private hands. If it was in official hands, then that meant more trouble than I could afford.[/i] Gregori stands, thinking, her heavy brow furrowed. Something else occurs to him. [i]The people that had broken the glass had gotten in and out in two minutes. That meant professionals that had learned entrances and exits, where, who, and how. Like I said, the tenant couldn't have a quiet life.[/i] "Did any tenants or employees see anything?" Markov inquires.