The guards who entered the room didn't move fast enough.
Sera hit the first line before their safeties had finished clicking off.
Bullets slammed into her shoulder, her ribs, and tore through the muscle of her thigh. But no matter how many bullets entered her, she didn't stop. Didn't even flinch.
The first man fell with his throat gone before the second finished firing.
The third didn't last that long.
The fourth and fifth didn't even get their guns up before she was one them.
The corridor on the other side of the door was beginning to fill with gunfire and smoke. She could hear men shouting orders that were being drowned out by the screaming alarms going off around them.
The floor started to turn slick as bodies went down faster than the next squad could step over them. Puddles of blood started to turn into rivers, limbs that were separated from their bodies littered the sides and the middle of the corridors.
