"Lots of emotion flying around, an' we just blew up a processing facility," Saturday reminds Loken, voice low. "Could well be somethin' like that - an' who knows what the execs will do in a corner. You be ready for the breach; I'll line up on the flank."

She pads softly around to the side of the door, finding a nice piece of cover to explode from in a nearby crate.