Hermione felt awful. Awful. So confused. She...her skin was starting to itch, and...her mind wasn't working... Couldn't breathe... She flung herself awkwardly away as Kiam stepped out from cover directly in front of the door, and cast the Killing Curse, a stumble to his steps. And then the door burst open and a second later Kiam's head exploded in a shower of red and...and...Hermione vomited again and her ears rang as the echoes of the deafening burst of gunfire resounded off the walls of the concrete room. Angry shouting demands and panicked cries were rattled out in Russian that Hermione couldn't understand a word of and a small group of soldiers burst into the room in chemical hazard suits, covered from head to toe, gas masks hiding their faces and rifles up at the ready, stepping over Kiam's mostly-headless body.