"Mmph!" Tony grunted as his arm was sliced for the positioning of a tracker. Great... now he had a machine inside him... but his cuffs were off as well, and Adrian was rapidly vanishing. Looking about him, the ferret shakily ran to his rifle, picking it up, and grabbing the clip as well. Trembling paws clumsily shoved the clip into place, slapping it in as he looked around. Staircase... staircase... the Purifiers WEREN'T here then? Well they were but... someone else was here? That made it... easier... somewhat.
Seeing the staircase, Tony charged towards it now, wondering to what extent "backing up" would go. Did that mean... he'd have to shoot someone? Well... he'd come here to kill people initially so... no time like the present, right?
Bounding up the stairs, he suddenly slowed towards the top, listening for sounds of conflict, and sure enough, he could hear gunshots ring out from inside. Pulling the slide back to chamber the first round, Tony once again gulped, and began inching his way towards the room, wondering if he could get the drop on the fight... and hope he'd shoot the right people.