It's going to kill us. [ Clays voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper. His eyes flick from side to side, but all the doors that were once there are gone. There's only the broom closet that already houses the suspect Templar. The ringing noise grows louder in footfalls, heartbeats, and that's all it takes for Clay to drop his aim and rush into the room with Reid, closing the door as quietly as he can. ]