The music, the flaring lights, the calamitous babble of voices—screaming,
shouting, swearing—begins at once. Hammer can’t see or hear any of it thanks to
the goggles and headset, but he knows what it’s like. A thousand high-intensity
lights all flashing and glaring into your eyes. A thousand maniacs screaming 
into your head. You can’t think, you can’t fight, you can’t tell what the frag’s
going on. Hammer gestures with the Ingram smartgun. Mickey darts into the 
doorway and the darkness beyond. Hammer follows. Dog Bite and Dana bring up the 
rear.