Zaeed points his gun away from your head, but keeps it in your direction.
Only expected as much from Archangel. A gun to the head makes animals of us all. Not that that helped me. Old habits die hard, but there's nothing a round of Russian roulette won't bring back just in case. So, that dig up anything more than just a bit of CQC?
No, unfortunately not. It felt very natural, even automatic. But it revealed nothing beyond instinct.
Ah well, not that it matters much. Although, I am starting to think sending you off to Vido's goons is doing him too big a favor. Talk more later, though. We've got a heap of junk to land.
(to the side) Oh, you know I love you Evalsa, but this may be our final goodbye. You served me well, girl. Won't forget you that much's a given.
Right then, off to the cockpit. It's our surest bet of survival, so I hear.
(he nudges you with the end of his rifle, and you comply)
The alarm lights go out. A very dim back light is all that remains. Death awaits you, you are certain of it.