You decide to open the left door.

After a brief hesitation, the scent of fresh, cool air washes over you. Nothing is obvious beyond the doorway except what appear to be a sunlight beaming down into a dark room. There is just a faint hint of dust, but little else. It reminds you of an interrogation room.
You enter the room, knowing that certain death waits mere moments down the hall. Someone once told you that you never really can expect betrayal, because you would never trust someone who would betray you. There was relief in the memory of that conversation. You close the door, and attempt to stay as quiet possible.
The room was mostly bare, with the exception of a skylight that seemed quiet far above you and a single green mushroom-shaped push button on the wall. You figure that must be the light switch.
As you contemplate pushing the button, you hear the faint and muffled commotion on the other side. The reality of your escape must be setting in on your former second-in-command, as yelling turned to pleading frustration and bullets bounced off of the metal door. The goons that now ran with that scumbag couldn't open the door, try as they might. You slouch and breathe a sigh of relief.
You decide that to gain the upper hand if they do make it through the door, it would be to your advantage to shut the light off. With that, you slam your palm on the green button. The sound of mechanisms coming to life began, but something else happened that you did not expect- the floor began to elevate towards the skylight! The door and button on the wall quickly zip below the floor and you head towards certain freedom.
As you rise, you reflect on the day now behind you. Your vision, creating a moment to oust the corrupt ruler of her secretive dictatorship, and the elegence of your strategy to do it, simply relied on too much trust. Next time, you will be better at vetting your command. The floor is raising quite rapidly now. You smirk with the sense of luck that you feel for the escape.
Except that you don't escape. When the elevator floor reaches the correct height, you are knocked to the floor by a mesh of barely visible diamond cutting wire. You only have the time to realize it when the wire starts moving, slicing through your skin and musculature. Within seconds the saws contact the bone, and seconds more through the bone itself. The pain shoots through you like a universe of fire. Your screaming is cut short quickly as the wire slices efficiently through your vocal cords. The last sight your eyes register is the spraying of your blood as you are torn to shreds.