The android guards' sensors pass right through your cloaked form, their red eyes sweeping past without pause. Serra's hand clamps down on your shoulder, signaling to stay still. The androids are standing directly in front of the heavy door, their massive frames blocking the only way forward. Your internal systems calculate the optimal trajectory for a stealthy approach, accounting for the narrow confines of the passage and the limited space between the guards' positions.
The androids' sensors sweep past again, and this time, they pause. One of the guards tilts its head slightly, as if sensing something amiss. "Initiate security protocol alpha-7," it commands in a cold, metallic voice.