He froze at the entrance, the basic deterrents down, but the epic infiltrators that had been testing his defenses had done their jobs well. Every downed defense had taken at least two intruders with it, including the otherwise non-lethal ones. The trick had been setting them to use maximum force when he wasn't present, to ensure his family would be safe here as long as possible. He waited, and the six body guard constructs slipped through the entrance, fanning out but staying in pairs, sweeping the entire building. He was in the former common room, now a horrific battle grounds by his previous standards, bits and pieces of intruders strewn throughout the room, most having rotted away. A fresh kill, however, had his weapons drawn and was now assisting in covering the room. Something was recharging and either reusing or replacing his wards. It MIGHT be his family, but it might not, and he hadn't made it home by being stupid and careless. The top areas were cleared quickly, few rooms 'above' the common room in its last configuration, and they then began sweeping down.<br/><br/>At each level, two units would cover the stairs further down, two would cover the landing and hall to the current level, and the last two would sweep the rooms. He covered the stairs heading back up, the teams moving like oiled gears, effortlessly and easily moving deeper into the ruins that had been his home, no need for communications except from the sweeper teams. His helmet had been replaced the second he had seen the exterior battle damage, and the constructs were in their massive, hulking juggernaut forms, all armor and reinforced durability, sacrificing speed and agility to ensure they survived. At the labs, he swore as he saw the doors had been breached, though this time the corpses had clearly been moved, creating a pathway. They were close.<br/><br/>He clicked his tongue once, and switched from rear guard to point man, the sweepers moving back to cover the stairs, and would be holding. The other four constructs swept into the 'common' labs, using movement and cover to advance, sweeping the rooms as they went. Draiss covered the front arc, toward the secure labs, able to tell they were breached already. It wasn't until they got to the high security labs that they found an intact door, wards, and defenses, and he had them pause, pulling the stair guards to them. A gamble, but he wanted all his possible firepower with him, and would be sealing the high security labs behind them. They wouldn't need to cover their rear until it was time to withdraw. He wouldn't stay here, not without his family. This was a ruin, a tomb, a mausoleum to a time when he had been happy, and remaining here would merely depress him further.<br/><br/>He nodded to the constructs, and popped the defenses, the door whisking open, and the six constructs in armored form rushing through, silent as death itself, fanning out to cover the area. He stepped through, and sealed the door behind them, trapping them in with whatever was in his home. "Sweep up, capture if PRACTICAL, kill if not."<br/><br/>His voice was heavily distorted, a mechanical sounding voice to prevent someone from later identifying him outside of his armor. One out of each pair tapped a switch on their ranged weapons, setting them to scramble the electrical impulses that controlled muscles in most organics, the other staying with their exceptionally lethal ammo, before spreading out, slowly and carefully sweeping through the main room. Two back rooms had held isolation experiments, and they would sweep those two last.