Two fléchettes hit me before I could react. Dammit. The gun-toting Quinlans stood in front of me, their eyes slowly getting wider as they realized that I was approaching way too fast, and I wasn’t slowing down. By this point, I’d pretty much perfected the run-them-down maneuver, and I didn’t even break stride. I noticed on the way past that the second one had his security card dangling from an attachment point on his backpack. I gave it a quick tug and with my already considerable momentum, it came off cleanly.