A heavily built man holding a gun up over his head comes crashing through the 
paper screen along the right of the corridor. Pointing the SMG, Tikki fires, 
smearing the man’s front with red, tearing holes in the rice-paper screens, and
finishing off the magazine. Even as the man goes down, she drops the SMG and 
pulls the Kang. More screams arise from the next corridor over, and that’s good.
Incidental casualties are greatly desired, an integral part of the job. Tonight, 
it’s open season, a hunter’s dream come true.