WAKE UP.
   Amstrad's eyes open. A knife is inches from his neck, stopped by Charmorag's psychic force.
   A jawbreaker in full swat gear is standing above his mattress, right next to the door. Pushing the knife down harder. There are three more Jawbreakers entering with guns. Catch is supposed to be on watch.
   "Jawbreakers!" Amstrad cries.
   He psychically flips the knife around and fires into the jawbreaker's neck, piercing through it and lodging itself in the wall behind him.
   The others open fire. Kiki leaps out of her hammock and raises her arms. Many of the bullets stop, but some break through. Jabber is hit in the arm and screams, collapses, writhes on his bloody mattress.
   The swat member's body falls onto Amstrad. he throws it off.
   TURN THEM TO PULP.
   No, they can't know about the extent of his power, they’d turn him in for money. They’d tell someone who’d want him dead. But someone could die right here otherwise-
   Another Jawbreaker that Amstrad hadn't seen hits him in the back of the head with a baton. The room is all flashing lights and piercing, flanging sounds. Kiki picks up a pistol and fires back. One is about to shoot Jabber in the head, but Sam, who had been in the corner, draws her sword and slices his arm off before the gun can fire.
   The bullets shot at Amstrad each stop in the air without effort. He pulls his pistol out of his boot with dizzied effort and fires back. Hits one in the middle of the visor, killing him instantly. Kiki shoots another in the stomach, then the head. Sam stabs the last in the gut.
   Jabber is still crying and clutching his wound, blood gushing from his arm like a squeezed can. Kiki rushes to him, pulls her belt off, and tightens it around his upper arm. He shrieks.
   "Where the fuck is Catch?!" she shouts.
   "I'll find him. They could have breached the front already." Sam says, and runs out of the room. Amstrad scrambles after her.
   "You check the back door. I'll check the front." Amstrad says.
   She nods. They go opposite directions.
   At the top of the stairs to the lobby, Amstrad is met with five guards pointing their rifles at him. He puts his hands up. They relax.
   "What's happening over there?" one asks.
   "There were four Jawbreakers in our room, we're seeing if there's more. Are- is everyone safe up there? Anyone at the front?"
   "Nothing up here. We heard gunshots and came running."
   "Are there any vans outside?" Amstrad asks urgently. "Anything suspicious?"
   "Uh. I'll check." one runs off.
   "And does anyone have a first aid kit? Jabber got shot."
   "I think so."
   "Then bring it! Now!" Amstrad turns around and rushes back.
   When he gets back to the room, Kiki looks up at him. "What the fuck is going on?"
   "I don't know. No one knows. Either they're attacking now or that was just a scouting team. We have no communication here. We're dead."
   "Where's Sam?"
   Amstrad sighs and runs out to the back.
   Sam is standing by the door and watching through the window. It looks pitch black out there, but even inside Sam looks dim in the flickering orange light.
   "All clear?" Amstrad asks.
   "So far." she says. She’s absentmindedly polishing blood off of her sword as she speaks.
   "Where's Catch?"
   She shrugs.
   "You think the jawbreakers got him?"
   "I wonder."
   Amstrad turns to the wall and wipes his sweaty hand over his face.
   Well done. Nice work all around.
   "Would you shut up?"
   Sam looks over to him, surprised.
   "Not you." Amstrad says, embarrassed. "Sorry."
   "Mm… It's gonna be a long night I suppose."