Miho's already heading down the corridor by the time the shots fly out, moving on her memory of the place, blind. She flicks the goggles down and on as she moves, heading for the left-hand end of the corridor in a crouch that is so low it's closer to a crawl.

Her knives are out of their wrist sheaths and in her hands as she approaches, stealing silently up on the oblivious gunmen.