And then, almost suddenly, a rubber shotgun bullet hit Cylus square in the chest, sending him back a few feet. Standing at the throne was the head pilot of the troops inside the room, holding a pistol to the head of a young woman on her knees in front of him The rest of the room was quickly flooded, with a strong 20 or so operatives around the room all aiming their weapons at Cylus "STOP KILLING!" The IMC pilot yelled, his finger on the trigger