Bajian Li is swearing furiously under his breath as he and the rest of the team strain to hear what's going on, navigating through the unnatural darkness by kinesthetic sense, sound, and sheer determination.

But it's the strange fiery flickers from the stage which give him the clue he needs, at last.

A few more desperate seconds, and then--

Light.

Magnesium hisses as Li lights the first flare, sending an arc of harsh, spitting white fire from his hand. He throws it into the aisle, already lighting a second, then a third, while the lieutenant beside him screams,

"We have visual, we have visual-- the Senator's down! Repeat, Tam is down-- go, go, go!"