He thumbed the activator on his digi-unit, activating the powerful magnetic field generator therein. Before Orgath could even gasp, the agonizer prod was pulled from his meaty grip, and landed in Vocks Castors palm. He hissed as it seared his palm, but that didn't stop him from jamming it to the hilt into the flesh-smiths throat, who made a gargling scream as the inner lining of his throat was boiled away and he fell into a hacking, wretching heap.
The guard leaped to his feet, trying to grab the lasgun that he had propped by the side of the medi-slab, but Vocks was faster. Using the remaining restraint for momentum, he brought his leg around to sweep the guard's legs from beneath him. He continued on, carried by his momentum, until he smashed face first into the surgical slab.
"Terribly sorry lad, but I'm sure you understand." He said as he removed the other cuff from his wrist. He adjusted his tie once more and picked up the heavy Kantrel model lasgun. Stopping by the governors desk to retrieve his wrist vox, he made his way to the large door at the entrance of the hall.
From behind him, he heard a rustle. Ducking instinctively, a lasbolt seared over his head, he whirled around, firing a single bolt in reply, striking the recovered guard, though bleeding from the forehead, in the throat. The last images he ever saw were of Vocks Castor, standing, framed by the Imperial Aquila embossed on the iron doors, as blood washed into his eyes, and sight left him forever.