Angry men are on the other side of the door, cursing in their language, choking on gas. We ignore them.
"I'm not one of your army flunkies, commander butch."
Leena grabs a handful of hair, whispers something in Nikki's ear. The cameraman gets excited and swings the camera toward her. She drops Nikki and bats the camera away, presses the barrel of her gun into the dude's throat. After whispering something to him she moves on, starts barricading the control room.
The camera guy, there's a big indentation in his throat from the gun's barrel. Nikki, she recovers her wits and starts talking to the news-people, pointing to me and indicating camera angles and framing. Me, I'm feeling my chest trying to figure out which bones are broken.
The monitors that didn't get shot up show all the crazin
