Alex hops over the lobby desk, nearly slipping over an object he never recognized, startling him yet again. He looks down to find a black, military issue pump-shotgun, until now, he has recognized the blood drips from the lobby desk, leading to the elevator, and then disappearing as they turn towards the window. He sighs, and leans down slowly to pick up and examine the side-arm.
"Now I see why all of this junk is here. I don't see how this person's dead though." Alex assures himself, staring at the slight blood trail again.
He roosters the shotgun, a single red buck-shot ejects. Only one round that has been inserted, has been shot, Alex points towards the shattered window with his one hand, and nods.
"Explains that." He says again, "Now where was he shooting.."