Through the door to the anteroom I heard the first sounds of alarm—muffled, but still audible. If I could hear that, then the sammies on the other side of the door would certainly have heard the two throaty booms from the Roomsweeper. Obviously the door was locked, and the normal release was somewhere in here—probably close to Ekei Tokudaiji's blood-spattered hand—otherwise Scott and I would already be absorbing high-velocity rounds.