AGP- Charge, Shock, Knife

She was sipping the rather decent tea that had been fetched for her and debating whether there was any way she could kill all five of her guards before one shot her, when there was a knock on the conference room's heavy wooden door. One of the guards flanking the door asked the other who it could be and reached for the door's handle, then it hit him.

Sarge's shoulder charge blew the door right off it's hinges, flattening the first guard under both it and Sarge's own considerable bulk. The second guard, who'd been standing on the other side of the door, was still staring in disbelief when Tink stepped through the opening and whapped in the stomach with his electrified wrench. The third guard was on the far-left side of the room and started to raise his autogun, only to drop it as Twitch's not-quite-expertly-thrown knife hit him in the eye handle-first.