For a second, heavy thinks of shooting the door handle off. On second thoughts, he wasn't sure if that would alert any on the other side to his presence. On third thought, he had a machine gun on his hip, and not a small one at that. Fourth thought, he'd rather not leave an obvious trail of busted doors to mark their having been there. Fifth thought, there was a corpse two rooms over in the middle of a room with an obvious gunfight, and the front of this place had been blown out. On final thought, he might have just been abandoned by the rest of the group, one of which had a door-unlocking-thing. So he paced back the way he'd come, hoping to come across the group, finally bringing him to the basement steps. Hearing noises below, he slowly walks down, in no quiet way asking "Did I hear someone say someone's lost their heads? I need that door unlocker upstairs." Seeing the corpses, he stops for a second. "Um, did one of you do that?"