Xavi ran over and studied their wounds. "See here—" He pointed at blue circles. "Those are the stun rounds. They’re knocking the guards unconscious, looking for me, then killing them." He unzipped his stealth suit, removed his helmet, and slung his shotgun into its shoulder holster. Next, he unwrapped a carbon HK submachine gun, then moved away. Alice followed with her ancient handgun Xavi had brought all the way from Arizona. She looked at its worn metal case and remembered taping it to a cupboard in a small Brooklyn apartment. Its mass was comforting, the mechanisms oiled and ready.