The doors slide open and the shooting starts.

"Duck!" Dazai shouts, yanking Chuuya down to the ground as he retrieves the gas grenade he had stolen earlier, tossing it into the corridor. 'Close your eyes. Take my hand. '

As soon as their fingers connect, Dazai starts running, weaving them through a fog of coughing scientists, and down the dim hallway, painted with black-and-yellow hazard stripes.

'Intruders detected within the facility, ' an automatic voice warns over the facility 's speaker system. 'All intelligence officers present are to destroy specified documents, then leave the facility immediately. OPS Division members are to be armed and waiting in position. This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill. '

Chuuya 's fingers tighten around him. Dazai squeezes him and pulls him around the corner '