Suddenly the bull roar of a Vindicator came from the hallway as a woman in armor and a bobbing ponytail stepped into view from out of a closet. Furniture and junk simply disintegrated under the monstrous assault of her minigun, caseless rounds hosing about like a stream of water. Books jumped, shelves splintered, mirrors shattered, plaster came off the walls. It was a fusillade, a drekstorm from hell! Then she stopped firing and yelped in horror as her body lifted helplessly into the air.