<div style="text-align: justify;">The elevator doors separated. Hana blinked in the light. The dismal walls, the rail fences and the complete disregard for aesthetics still screamed "prison!" at them, but the slight warmth and gentler glow from the lamps made it clear that this was a part of the Gift where no inmate where ever meant to set their dirty feet.<br/><br/>A chorus of metallic voices warned them to surrender or die. Hana sneered at the little automated army. They had come this far, hadn't they? And she was beginning to be really sick of everything. Some woman yelling about alarms made Hana's heart beat faster as she took a step in front of Nitesh and the unconscious blood bender. She shot Yanagi a sideways look. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Need to warm up, but so do,"</span> she hissed, jerking her head at the larger turret where the shouting woman now sat, furiously pressing switches and pulling levers. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Need to stop the alarm - can do that?"</span> It was not yet ringing, but she was sure that there had been someone besides the woman there a second ago.<br/><br/>She clenched her fists and began to charge, grateful for the extra warmth in the air, no matter how little it was. It might help her plasma work faster. She had noticed that it always did whenever she was near one of the hot air vents, anyway. Hana turned her head this way and that, frantically scanning the room for the other guard she was certain had been there a second ago. Her gut twisted as she saw he had made it almost halfway across the room. If only the little turrets hadn't been there!<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFFF">"There!"</span> She raised a fist at him as she shouted. Fortunately, the guard chose to take a look over his shoulder, and he stumbled and slid across the metal floor, leaving a dark smear from his scraped palms and chin behind him. Unfortunately, the little white turrets all turned their unfeeling red eyes in her direction. She held up two faintly blue palms. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Eeeeeaaaaasy, eeaasy - Yanagi?"</span> It wouldn't take long for her to be ready to rain Hell on the turrets, but until then, at least she could keep them drawn.<br/><br/>That was her last thought before she flew into the room, shrieking loudly; dodging, jumping and skidding across the floor between columns as randomly as she could, while she desperately hoped someone would get to the alarm <span style="font-style: italic">and</span> hopefully get rid of the large gun before they were all transformed into bloody, bullet ridden bodies.</div>