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Gunn was the first one through the backdoor.
Lorne ran in after him, inadvertantly banging into a table with some antiquated vase on it, causing it to crash and shatter in a spectacular fashion. The loud noise of breaking glass rang in his ears, but he made no move to slow down. He ran past Gunn and into the lobby proper, immediately scanning the area for familiar faces.
It was time to sound the battle cry.
"Wesley! Freddles! Cordy?!" he called, hoping someone -- anyone -- would answer him. He blindly ran towards the front desk, skidding to a halt behind it and slamming his hand against the button that activated the building-wide intercom. "Everyone able-bodied and not kidnapped, get your hineys to the lobby now!"
Gunn joined him at the front desk, glancing over his shoulder to see whether or not Aggie had followed. "Hineys?" he asked skeptically, raising a brow. Even in times of crisis, it seemd that Lorne was unable to speak like a normal person.
Lorne simply glared at him from behind the desk. "Shut up, Chuck."