Your back is to the doorway, still giddy, when you hear rapidly marching boots coming up from behind. You spin around to see eight armed figures, all decked out in black combat gear, automatic rifles at the ready, red laser sights splashing out everywhere. Not now! Not like this!
Dropping the Book, you throw your hands in the air, gibbering that you're authorised to be in here. The security guard draws a concealed hand gun from his coat. "For freedom!", He screams as he starts shooting again and again.
Two republo-nazis falls and the rest fire back, killing you and the guard.
