Tarn grunts in surprise as the door suddenly is forced on top of him. He staggers, only just managing to catch himself from falling on his face.

He's up and out from under the door like a shot, bursting out into the open air of the city. Tarn's optics are bright and wild as he desperately scans his surroundings.

Nothing. No one. He takes the opportunity to attempt a hasty getaway, keeping close to the shadows and constantly glancing over his shoulder. He has his suspicions about who it is that's after him.