Nika was spotted by a security guard.

Now, of course, she expected to be spotted - after all, that AI has some impressive prediction algorithms. Warnings were all over the place.

Still, not having the jump on the enemy sucked. She mentally swore and considered her options.

Lunge at him? She certainly had the means to disable the threat - what with her trusty ol' Volt Disrupter - but the distance was daunting. He certainly would have the time to shoot.

Duck around the corner? It looked like an awfully sharp turn to take. The corner was not some table - it was a solid wall, and it would take a while to run back behind. Probably would get shot again.

What about the dual heavy guns she's been carrying around all this time? Well, if she could count the shots properly, both were out of ammo. If she could not, the computer voice lady would rapidly remind her of that if she tried to use the guns in question. Either way, Nika wasn't about to risk trying to fire an empty gun at someone who would fire a very real shot back.

Screw it, thought Nika. She proceeded to slowly raise her hands up.

The guard waited, gun still trained on her.

Her hands were raised to the right height. Nika nimbly dived for the charge pack she saw on a nearby dead guard's belt. As she dived, she pulled the heavy gun from behind her back. The nonlethal one, because that one held more ammo and would be able to serve her again without reloads if she needed it. And because she needed a body to stab for the sweet surge of adrenaline, and dead bodies don't quite react enough to provide that.

She broke into a roll, reloading the heavy rifle and taking care the lethal weapon, still on her back, wouldn't be damaged.
Nika could see the guard's eyes widening, as he prepared to pull the trigger. Too late, she knew. She put her own rifle's barrel at the fellow.

"Sleep."