“Go on, bucko!” Haywood said as he seated himself at his desk. He flicked his wrist, and a dark vial slipped from his sleeve to his hand. He promptly returned it to its hiding place. Eyeing Haywood, the escort stood stoutly near the center of the room. Your heartbeat became violent as the constables’ footfalls grew ever nearer. Without warning, a shockbolt whizzed past your face, shattering the window just behind Haywood’s head as you began to slam the heavy door.

You activated a R. E. E. grenade from your pocket, briefly opened the door, and hurled the device into the group of men. Their muffled curses could be heard as the grenade landed at their feet. It then detonated.