The mook goes down in a hail of metal shards, and the woman sighs. "I was hoping to get more use out of him," she says, before gesturing sharply at the still-gasping man on the ground. A cloud of black miasma rises from his body, and suffuses the air around her. That can't be good.<br/><br/>The other guard returns fire with his weapon, spraying the area Terry is standing in, not being particularly discerning about what he hits.<br/><br/>(Shoot 2, weapon 1.)