He shook his head. "I'm capable of some fairly sophisticated analysis. But she's got access to a larger database than me, and she's more experienced at running support."
"They're over there!" yelled an angry security officer, in extremely cliched fashion complete with pointing. Zouichi paused for an instant, identifying each officer in turn and their relation to the exit. Tricky, but neither side wanted to hurt the oh-so-delicate medical equipment.
Maybe one of the passes they used tripped the alarm. Maybe someone noticed something and said something. Maybe that one jerk they stuffed in the locker didn't have such a great sense of humor. In any case, the guard personnel -- clones, mostly, from the looks of them -- were now firing the same sort of energy weapon Howard had stolen off that one guy.
Zouichi slid his gravity gun out of its holster, snapping off several shots in succession, taking out the lights and several supports in the corridor outside. The ceiling above the corridor simply caved in on itself in response, showering the guards outside with a rain of plaster, wood, tile, and a wheeled gurney that rattled its way down the impromptu new ramp before braining an unfortunate man in the back of the head. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud, faintly mumbling about putting the lime in the Coke (or something like that; Zouichi wasn't really paying attention).
"Let's get out of here," Zouichi said, even as he heard guards in the distance sounding the alarm. He tried calling out on the comm, but either the collapse was interfering with the signal, security was interfering with the signal, or the thing was on the fritz.
Whatever. As he strode out into the hallway, he unhooked a small black implement from his belt, pressing a button to reveal a telescoping combat baton.
Which he used to viciously take someone out at the knees.
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"They're over there!" yelled an angry security officer, in extremely cliched fashion complete with pointing. Zouichi paused for an instant, identifying each officer in turn and their relation to the exit. Tricky, but neither side wanted to hurt the oh-so-delicate medical equipment.
Maybe one of the passes they used tripped the alarm. Maybe someone noticed something and said something. Maybe that one jerk they stuffed in the locker didn't have such a great sense of humor. In any case, the guard personnel -- clones, mostly, from the looks of them -- were now firing the same sort of energy weapon Howard had stolen off that one guy.
Zouichi slid his gravity gun out of its holster, snapping off several shots in succession, taking out the lights and several supports in the corridor outside. The ceiling above the corridor simply caved in on itself in response, showering the guards outside with a rain of plaster, wood, tile, and a wheeled gurney that rattled its way down the impromptu new ramp before braining an unfortunate man in the back of the head. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud, faintly mumbling about putting the lime in the Coke (or something like that; Zouichi wasn't really paying attention).
"Let's get out of here," Zouichi said, even as he heard guards in the distance sounding the alarm. He tried calling out on the comm, but either the collapse was interfering with the signal, security was interfering with the signal, or the thing was on the fritz.
Whatever. As he strode out into the hallway, he unhooked a small black implement from his belt, pressing a button to reveal a telescoping combat baton.
Which he used to viciously take someone out at the knees.
Bring the noise.