You see the lieutenant's familiar shape in the orange jacket. It turns double -- then…

"Yes. He's still alive too."

"I dodged."

"Then I shot and wounded him while Glen took a bullet in the spine." He nods. "It was meant for me. Glen did not survive." There's a pause.

"As retaliation, their rifleman tried shooting you. He hit the cuirass... I heard it go off. I was looking for a clear line of sight to him."

He sounds a tiny bit sorry he did not find it before you got hit.

"As retaliation, their rifleman shot you. He hit. With his carabine -- I was looking for a clear line of sight. When I found it..."

"I'm a killer..."

"You're an officer of the RCM." He continues without waiting for a reply...

"I warned them I am a killer of killers..."

"That you did." The lieutenant looks at you with a peculiar expression. He then continues...

A man of his word, this killer of killers.

"What happened? You shot the major. Unsuccessfully. A firefight ensued."

"What... happened then?"

"What happened? You threw an improvised petroleum bomb at the major. A firefight ensued."

"The tie made me do it."

He does not answer, and searches for something in his coat pocket instead.

A smoke most likely.

"You tried to throw an improvised petroleum bomb. It missed. Then you said it's a fiasco, bratan in a funny voice. A firefight ensued."

"The tie made me do it."

The lieutenant does not answer, instead searching his coat pockets for something.

A smoke most likely.

"What happened? We tried to take the diplomatic route and hoped they wouldn't attack first. They did. The major gave the command."

"I'm alive..."