Well, I am continuing my crappy story, and know my sister is watching me.
Yes, I am going to torture you with my terrible writing skills.
Someone please comment and tell me how bad I am.
I hope I'm not bad...

A few minutes before, inside the building.
A bald man is causual clothes and eyes that burned through anyone is his way walked into the elevator, and hit button 14. A man in sahdy sunglasses and slick hair, rather skinny, but his suit made him look great as he slid between the closing doors as it shut.

The bald man's eyes were brownish-green, and he seemed to smile every second.
The skinny man seemed to frown.
The bald man stared at the number bar impatiently as their shoes speaked against the polished tile of the elevator. The skinny man stared at the bald man, and shook his head.

The bald man smile at the number hit fourteen, and the skinny man rushed out, his tie about to fall off, as his brown spiky hair flew up as he pulled out something shiny and long out of his suit.
"K.I.L.L brings their greetings, Daren." He said, and pulled something.
A big bright flash and a loud echo went off as blood srayed everywhere as the bullets flew across the room.

The skinny man held an M-16.

Bullets flung across the hallways, as glass broke, and men busted into the windows.

[I'll stop here...I seriously need to add more detail...jeez...]