I stared at the guns pointed in my direction. Crew or Resistance? At this point, it didn’t matter. Both groups were after me. This bunch was standing between me and the way out, and I decided I had just about had it. This was the time for a brute force response. I could take fléchettes in the chest without critical damage, Bender’s matrix was shielded by my body, and I had a full magazine. I was simply going to keep shooting them until I was the last man standing.