Security Point

"Alright, talk." Vasquez says as she draws a heavy pistol. "Any tricks, and you're dead." She says matter-of-factly. The two M.C. members next to her kneel down, one leveling a shotgun at him, the other holding some sort of automatic laser rifle.

Behind them, another Mortal Coil member puts away his gun and his oversized fists begin to crackle with electricity.