"So do I," Goldy says calmly. She sprays a volley of bullets down each length of the hall. The assembling men hit the walls and duck for cover.

"Goggles."

She flicks the mini-EMP down the corridor in the direction they were heading.

It explodes when it hits the floor—not with any loud bang or blinding fragmentation—just a dull thud. Sparks fly from the strip light panels overhead, and the corridor is thrown into total darkness.