Ray opened the door, with a creak. He peeked in, and sighed. "I was right, there's no-one in there...not living anyway." He walked in, with Acon close behind. He held the camera up, and winced. The mutilated corpses of guards were strewn about the hall, inmates lay against walls with bullet holes punched into their chests. Ray walked up to the nearest guard, and took his sidearm. He checked it, and sighed contentedly. The pistol had a full magazine, each round a very painful hollow point. Ray pulled the belt from the corpse, and put it on. He turned the radio off, to avoid an accidental squelch. He took the armor from the guard, and held it out to Acon. "Would you be willing to wear this?" Ray, although pleased that Acon hadn't tried to backstab him, he still didn't trust her enough to arm her.