With a crack and whiz, the first shot rings out. Red trickles slowly from the smoking hole in his head, the rampart lookout freezes for a moment, before slumping over into a pool of his own blood.

Violent shadows dance across the walls of the vermin kingdom, jagged depictions of the misshapen and beastly creatures haunting the remaining bowels of the industrial complex.

Vic's grin turns to satisfaction, as her modifications to the support beam places the entire section under the whim of her control. A well placed solid impact should make short work of the remaining lookouts, with enough of a cascading chain reaction to disorient the rest.

Unaware, as the ratter's snipped squeaks echo from their last bastion of defense. There's never been a better moment to whip out the big guns. The suspicious grinding of gears and heavy machinery elude to a rather unsettling development up ahead.