Roberta Nunez
Roberta spun around as the crate fell against the elevator door, her face paling. This wasn't good. The guards around her were dropping like flies. She pulled the taser out of her labcoat's pocket and prepared for the worst.
One of the test subjects approached her, smiling a little nastily. He was wearing a long coat. "Looks like the tables have turned, Ms. Whitecoat."
"Get back," she said sharply. "You have no chance of getting out of this facility alive. Stand down."
More subjects approached her. All of the guards had either been killed or knocked out, it seemed. Roberta suddenly realized how little damage she was going to be able to do against these people with her taser.
Nevertheless she lashed out at one of the nearest subjects, pushing the taser's button.
((that can be anyone.))
