Something's happened

The building which Lana Tyler had driven to was an old hotel, which had been shut-down during one of the recessions which had turned the former well-off neighbourhood into a decidedly rougher one.

“Old Roscoe’s gonna have a heart-attack when he sees me like this,” Lana grinned naughtily as she stepped out of her car, holding her sweater in her hand to leave her the bulging of her breasts against her sports-bra fully visible.
“Who’s Roscoe?” Theresa asked, the young Latina having put her skimpy white top and black mini-skirt back on.
“The night watch,” Lana said, strings of cum apparent against the dark skin of her midriff and bust, “he got left behind when this place was turned from a hotel to an apartment-building.”
“Alright,” Hauk said, “let’s go shock him then.”

The three stepped inside and headed through the small corridor that led to the lobby.
When they came to the lobby, Theresa let out a scream as she cast her gaze upon Roscoe’s body, slumped over a desk with a stream of blood trickling out from the hole in his head.
“Fuck!” Lana called out at the sight of the dead man, while Hauk reached for his revolvers.

Hauk had pulled his guns up and Lana was doing the same when a man came round one of the corners; all dressed in black fatigues and holding an **** rifle.
As the man aimed his gun at them, Hauk fired both his guns, and hit the man in the arm and the head, knocking him over onto the floor.

Lana was looking twitchy and shifting her aim all over the room and Theresa was panicking, shaking violently while tears ran from her eyes, while Hauk moved over to the now deceased and picked up the rifle.
After making sure that the **** rifle was loaded and picking a few extra magazines up from the dead man, Hauk turned to Lana again.

“Alright Lana,” he began, “what the fuck do you thing is going on?”
“Beats me,” Lana said, having assumed a very cool demeanour, though her voice was trembling somewhat and her fingers were white from how tightly she was holding her gun.

“Anyone living here who might warrant black-clad, armed and murderous visitors in the middle of the night?” Hauk went on.
“Well,” Lana said, “there’s always Cindy. She’s a crazy reporter that lives in the penthouse. She and her sisters throw a lot of parties.”
“What, someone wants to kill them because they make too much noise?”
“Nah, but she’s written a couple of dozen articles about corruption. And word has it that she’s sitting on a lot more stuff about a lot of important people.”

“Right,” Hauk nodded, “then let’s head up to the penthouse.”
Hauk and Lana walked to the elevators, while Theresa found a place to hide.