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[sunnydalealum]

A door to elsewhere has opened in the heart of Wolfram & Hart's stronghold, and it's letting in one hell of a draft.

The security guards are discovering, right about now, that their internal alarm system isn't working. And neither are their walkie-talkies. Or anybody's cellphone.

It's really kind of impressive how well they're rallying in the absence of any contact with each other or their own command.

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[river_meimei]

There are shadows, in the shadows.

--Wait, no. There are people with lots of weaponry in the shadows. Sorry.

River's gun drops to line up with a guard's forehead: three shots, bangbangbang melding into one rapid roar, as she fans the hammer and ducks behind a filing cabinet. Her small face is pale, intent, and full of nothing but a sharp deadly focus.

[sunnydalealum]

Later:

The last group of zhirelin they faced left one of their number to play Horatius-at-the-bridge in a doorway, and were gone by the time they got through.

This stretch of hallway is -- or appears -- entirely deserted.

[sunnydalealum]

Elsewhere:

They're down to the second sublevel and haven't encountered any attackers yet, but enough of the sound of battle is carrying to create a subliminal feeling of wrongness in the air, a pressure like a storm breaking overhead.

"Let's go back," Amy says abruptly.