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Stay with the guards
You pass the ajar door without incident. Whatever is going to happen, you're going to see it through to the end.
Instead, something strange happens. Your escort's body language becomes more stiff and awkward. The three of you reach an intersection and turn right. Shortly after you turn right again, and then right soon after that.
You're back in the hallway with the slightly open door. You walk past it again. Slower this time. You're not stupid. You can smell a trap when you sniff one.
Once more, you and the guards make another loop around. They're probably sweating bullets in that stupid getup.
Back up to the door again. This time they stop. "Right this way, uh, honored guest." one says. His voice is distorted by his mask. Sounds like he has a cold.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" you ask, "I can smell a trap when I sniff one."
"Waste 'em." the other guard says. While he's raising his rifle, you're raising both of your hands in mock surrender. You launch your specially modified and sharpened ulna directly into the neck of each guard, above their bullet armor but below their thick masks. They gurgle and collapse into each other. It's so messy, this violence. Much easier to painlessly bring them into yourself.
GAME OVER