Machiko signals. A silent assault is not viable. Two of her team throw stun grenades. She and the remaining three open up with SCK M-100 submachine guns. The lobby area echoes with the relentless stammering of autofire. Three seconds later the enemy combatants lay sprawled on the floor, dead or unconscious. Machiko feels a dull ache where a stray round struck the armored fabric covering her right shoulder, but such pain is easily dismissed.