THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA
"Three guards, hallway. They're going for the stairs."
Dimitri was already moving, taking the service stairs three at a time. He reached the landing just as the first guard appeared, massive, muscled, eyes reflecting the emergency lighting like an animal's. Enhanced. Project Seventh's prototype super-soldiers.
The guard reached for his weapon. Dimitri was faster, muscle memory from decades of combat training. He put two rounds center mass, but the guard barely staggered. Enhanced physiology, probably pain-suppressed. The guard charged.