She presses the inactive switch.

The artillery cannon stops moving and sits motionless on the platform.

She attempts to move the machine off the platform.

It won't budge. It is much too heavy to move with just your hands.

"Ok, screw it. Everyone on the platform"

Emilia press a button to make the platform go up.

The ride is slow. It takes a few minutes to get into the shaft completely. When it reaches the top, you find yourselves in a large cargo room. It is significantly bigger than the room you just left, and has shipping containers and crates stacked everywhere in long, tall columns. They are blocking your view of the whole room, so you can't see any doors or exits at the moment.
A voice echoes out from within the metal maze. The gunman's voice.
"I let my associate go on ahead of me. I figured that if you're up and walking so soon, our last encounter is making me look bad. I'm sure I killed at least one of you."
He laughs, and it reverberates around the room, coming from all directions at once.
He goes silent, waiting for your response.

Emilia looks at the team. She puts a finger up to her mouth to tell them to be quiet.

"Let's talk. One on one. Not that you have much option. I am the only one left," she shouts back.

"I suppose that little toy I picked up from my military friends was worth the cost. I'll make a note to order some more." The voice echoes out.
"I don't want to keep my associate waiting, so what are you waiting for? Come and get me!"
Hysterical laughter consumes the room.

"I don't want to kill you."

The voice is silent for a moment.
"What? Why not?"

"Why are you assuming that I wanted to kill you?"

The voice turns into a more friendly tone, but it borders on the edge of insanity.
"Well ya see honey, I just kicked your teams ass. I bet the others would love to get at me with whatever rock shooters they use. Oh wait, they're dead."
More hysterical laughter.

"And who says that I care about them? Maybe I wanted them dead too"

Emilia looks at her team to show that she does care.

"Why would you go on a mission with a team you want dead if they are the only help you would get?"

"Who says I need help? You don't know me or what I am supposed to be doing here."

"Mercenary companies are extremely easy to infiltrate you know. What with the 'take all kinds' attitude." The voice chuckles.

"And maybe I slipped into the loop to take down this mercenary too"

"Well that's not what we're doing. Your team died for nothing but research. It's the final team to go through it, and everyone has left. We stayed behind to see if the famous Spectrum corporation could pass the test. I guess not."

"That was the plan all along. Didn't you know I was meant to make them fail?"

He sighs.
"It doesn't matter if you are a true member of Spectrum or if you're a double agent. If you want to fight, then I will kill you. If you don't want to fight then I will kill you quickly."
He laughs again.

Emilia laughs. "Oh you are the funny one. You think I am a useless object worth killing and I can tell you I am not. If you think you can kill me, come and find me. You know I am not going to kill you. Run if you wish. We will see who is the coward."

The hysterical laughter draws closer, it thunders from all directions and grows louder and louder until suddenly....silence. After such noise, the silence is as deafening as the laughter.
Out of the maze comes a whisper.
"Oh, bad idea."
It happens too quick to react, a shape darts out of nowhere and tackles Emilia off the platform and behind some crates. The group stumbles back in surprise from the force of his movement. Her gun drops to where she was standing on the platform.

Emilia produces a syringe of propofol, a rapid acting intravenous anaesthetic and stabs it into his back.

He leaps back away from her before she can inject, and they stand a few metres apart.
He grins at her, pulling the syringe out of his back.
"I'm not just an ordinary patient honey."
He raises the tip to his lips, licking the drop of his blood off, then violently jabs it into his own chest. He injects slowly, smile broadening.
When it is empty, he pulls it out and it clatters to the floor.
"You ever consider, hon, that maybe I ain't your average joe?"
His mind appears to have completely snapped.
"Well maybe he is," he points to himself, "but I sure ain't!"
He giggles to himself.
"Hell if you think I'm weird, you should meet the other guy!"
He cackles loudly, and steps down a corridor of the metal maze, out of Emilia's sight.

Sick of watching this show before him, Martin steps out of the elevator, proceeding along the corridor of the metal maze of crates that he saw the crazed gunman go down. Before Martin goes into the maze he readys his M5, to get ready to fire if he sees the crazed lunatic and he indicates, motioning to the rest of his team with his arm to spread out and find this man. Martin then starts moving through the corridor of the maze, keeping his eyes peeled...