"Alright. Let's move!" He said as he pushed open the door to the cafeteria. It was large, but had a short ceiling. The tables were made of a shiny metal and the floors were a bland white tile. There were guards in the cafeteria who cursed as the small army entered. There were a dozen guards, maybe, and they flipped over tables to take cover. The small rebel force moved in, but these guards were crack shots, and downed four prisoners upon entry. Henry slid towards a table and threw it up for cover. Geralt went on a flank and did the same thing with a different table. The remainder of the prisoners did similar things, but another three were killed as they tried to do so.