Right as he could see the last few sets of stairs alarms blared bathing the facility in a crimson light. Just as Kilo flew down the neat set of stairs the door let out a low hiss as it slid aside. Three guards spilled into the stairwell, clearing the immediate area with trained precision. They almost immediately saw Kilo and opened fire, lighting the stairwell in plasma fire.
"I should've brought grenades and a rifle for this" Kilo thought as he smashed against the wall to avoid the plasma.
In the few seconds the guards took to reload Kilo peeked out of cover and neutralised them all in one swift motion. He flew down the last set of stairs, through the door making his way into the heart of the facility. With each turn he faced plasma fire, after the first few turns he developed something close to a sixth sense. The guards were plentiful, they were well trained but Kilo was trained better, although they still gave him a fair challenge.
He passed countless empty rooms before barging through a door into what seemed to be the main research and development wing of the facility. Being greeted by numerous guards and scientists with nowhere to go he was forced to surrender. Kilo wasn't sure why they didn't kill him on the spot but he was glad they gave him some time to think of something as he was escorted away. They took his sidearm, knife, medical equipment, ammo and the communication device. They did however give him oxygen canisters as they could see he would not remove his helmet despite the safe atmosphere.
It was strange why they treated him more like a normal civilian rather than a prisoner that broke into their black site. The work camps he was forced into made his current position seem like a dream, it was too good to be true. Five hours, two oxygen canisters along with countless attempts of making him eat and drink he finally started to crack, they didn't torture or interrogate him in the slightest, instead he was cracked by the over kindness.