So focused was it on its target that the hailstorm of remaining bullets tore through it with ease. It died instantly, the same as the rest, with near-crying gasps for air, and blood gushing upwards before it vanished. There existed silence, the intercom returned. "Phase three. Complete."

There was a buzz and a whir and a platform raised at the far end of the room, an outline of a door appearing behind it. "Testing complete." The intercom died out, and no further sounds came.