Peter leaped to the other side of the corridor, away from the bullets, then 
dove to the floor. A flash of blue light filled his peripheral vision, and he 
thought the guard had pulled out a taser like those used by cops years earlier. 
Instead of feeling pain, however, he heard a gun clatter to the floor. Looking 
up, Peter saw the guard clutch at his face, the flesh turning to ooze and 
dripping down his neck. The man stood there, suspended by reflex for a moment, 
then collapsed and lay still.