Tikki puts five more rounds into the floor around Ohara’s feet, then another
five into the wall around the door as Ohara stumbles through, exclamations 
rising into hysterical shouts. Tikki follows him down a short hall and into the 
next room, a study, popping the Kang’s empty magazine and ramming home a full
one. Ohara moves toward the desk at the rear of the room. Tikki points and 
fires. Slick rounds chew up the walls, the floor, the desk, and the monitor 
sitting on it. Ohara’s shrill shouts become screams of terror. He staggers
sideways across the room, through another door, and into another room.