When the doors in front of her trundle open, she is holding a Vindicator 
minigun, a large and cumbersome weapon with six revolving barrels that are 
already whirring. No need for her to leave the elevator. The limo is right 
there, barely five meters away and just slightly to her left. Ryokai, his two 
bodyguards, and another suit and a stylishly attired female are just coming up 
alongside the limo. One of the suited bodyguards abruptly snaps his head around 
and looks in Tikki’s direction, but even he is too slow, too late.