As he reached for his weapons, his arms moving faster than any human’s should be able to, Dreamer saw that he’d miscalculated.  He saw Lanner glance at the flying wad of cash, but jerk his gaze back to Dreamer even as the young man was moving for his weapon.  He saw Lanner’s muscles clench and knew the SMG was going to fire.  His only minor consolation was that it was pointed at him, not Maeve or Kitten, and that the other humans were staring at the cash as he’d hoped.<br/><br/>It was too late to stop now.  He was going to have to take some bullets.<br/><br/>He continued his motion.  Lanner had been ready to fire, but Dreamer’s reflexes were fast enough to compensate somewhat.  When Lanner depressed the trigger, Dreamer was doing the same… with –two- automatic weapons.<br/><br/>His left arm came out from behind his back, his thumb deftly flicking off the safety, and it rose to fire a salvo at the man holding Kitten’s gun, sending the bullets plunging into his flesh in a line from crotch to forehead.<br/><br/>Lanner got the same, but from a small Uzi Dreamer’s right hand was holding as it emerged from inside the safe.  He swung it at him and fired, sending the bullets in a line from Lanner’s forehead to his stomach.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Lanner fired too, sending hot lead straight at Dreamer’s chest…<br/><br/>Dreamer screamed, a sound of pain and rage, but though his body jerked from the impacts and blood flew, he sent a second salvo into Lanner before staggering to his knees, aiming the other gun at the stunned humans, and emptying its limited munitions into a second man with a gun.<br/><br/>He wasn’t dead… not yet.  He still had ammo in the Uzi… and he could only hope Kitten was smart enough to either disarm the last man with a gun… or get the hell out of the way.<br/><br/>And Maeve, he prayed, would stay concealed beneath the suit and behind him and the bed, out of sight of the remaining humans as all hell broke loose inside the room…