Marcelo had just gotten the lock off and started to open the door when he heard Vargas behind him. He didn't have time to tense up before he had a sword blade erupt out of his chest.

The shock of it kept him from really feeling it. He blinked down at the sharp metal piercing his torso.

"Well, fuck." This was entirely not how he figured he would die. Swords were not bullets. And it was the wrong reason, too.