Pandemonium breaks out as Tikki enters the main room, the living room. 
Everyone is screaming and shouting, standing up, sitting down, throwing 
themselves flat to the wall, the sofas, the floor, turning as if to run every which way, run 
and run. Terror fills the air. Tikki bares her teeth and squeezes the trigger, 
swinging the machine gun’s muzzle back and forth. The FN roars like thunder.
Armor-piercing shells chew everything in the room between the gun muzzle and the 
walls, including the furniture, the decor, and especially the humans present. 
Two of the males draw guns and shoot in the instants before they themselves are 
cut down. One shot goes wide and the other merely punches at Tikki’s Kevlar
V-insulated shoulder. The FN stammers. People spin and fall and bleed. Tikki 
grins. It’s just what Adama ordered. An outright massacre. She can almost hear
him laughing.