It really wasn't that loud, Ian heard though and couldn't do anything but watch the body fall to the ground. Ian went a little closer, but he really didn't need to, it was obvious he was dead.

Ian stumbled backwards, reaching out to steady himself against the wall. He did throw up then, before leaning his forhead against the wall and trying to calm down, he could feel the cold burns on his skin, and he realised he had no idea how to treat them.

All he knew was that he had to get out of here, the alarms would have warned people, and there were those who would be warned towards here and not away. Not to mention those who knew the other Ian who would put two and two together and stab Ian before asking questions.