“Don’t kill Salvadore,” Olivia said, drawing her sidearm. “I want him for a hostage.” She was already lifting her weapon towards the first guard, her helmet closing again over her face. As it did, she began to see false color overlaid on some of the targets—those Perez had selected for himself, as well as those the Forerunner rated as more of a threat. Both of his minotaurs were running straight for her. She lifted her handgun calmly and fired a single anti-personnel round into each of their heads. She had to jump slightly to one side to avoid their corpses, and that motion came sluggish—Salvadore’s device again, robbing her of some of her speed.