All right, here we go -- this is an illegal tribunal. Their employer would never sanction…

All right, here we go -- this is an illegal tribunal. Their employer would never sanction this. Who's the commanding officer? Take your pick!

I have some trivia too! Get him interested in facts!

Really? None of this looks like it's going to do anything but piss him off.

You only have time for one argument, choose wisely...

"Krenel does not give you the right to conduct a tribunal!"

"Pops..." he says looking at your saggy sideburns -- they seem to calm him down for a second. "You have no idea about the rights Krenel extends to us."

"I don't care. It's not okay to kill civilians and local law enforcement officers."

"If I fuck and kill you, hang you to that street light..." He points to it. "... by your shit-pipes -- then that's called a necessary display of force."

"No one's going to give a shit about dead loincloths." He snorts. "That's reality."

Okay -- it's not much. But he's thinking about something else. And his hand is off the gun. This did something...

Now fire! Fuck them up! DO IT! The muscles on your back tense up...

Easy, now... Tell them these men didn't do it. There's a peaceful way out!

"Okay. What rights are those then?"

"You were called Downwell once. What happened?"

"What always happens when you get good at your job. That name meant night raids, fucking extra-judicial funkytime... burned villages. Shit that sounds bad on the radio."

"The same thing happened when we were called whatever-the-fuck it was. Probably won't be called Krenel for much longer either..." He looks around.

The woman has grown silent. She draws shallow breaths.

"Not after this shit."

"Just a question -- who's in charge of your unit after the death of your colonel?"

"I am a Krenel major with over 15 years of live-combat experience. When my colonel gets hanged by clay-monkeys I lead the platoon on a retaliation strike."

"So you are the highest ranking of the three of you?"

"Nah... I just have the biggest gun." He raps on his armoured barrel-like chest.

Technically, the other man has the biggest gun, but... we're beyond that now.

"Hold on, what's the highest rank in Krenel?"

"King Reaper," he says without irony.

"As the leader of this group -- reconsider your actions. This does not need to end in bloodshed."

"You're right. But you see..." he pauses and smiles. "I want it to end in bloodshed."

Gulp and say nothing.

So you just stand there!? This is bad, very bad, DO OR SAY SOMETHING NOW!

International-something?! International law!

"This tribunal is against the law. The international law."

The large man laughs. "Look around you, livestock... we're about to butcher the lot of you! Where is your international law?"

"There will be ramifications -- but there don't need to be. Let's go inside and discuss what our investigation has uncovered. We have important..."

"We're not fucking coming anywhere, seolite!"

It's a miracle no one got shot this time. Stop attempting to use your head. It won't work!

Easy, now! Easy. Just tell them these men didn't do it. There's a peaceful way out...

Say something. Get off this trail. Thank god it's only ineffectual thus far.

Don't say it.

DON'T SAY IT? But now you've stood there scratching your ass for 1.5 seconds, you think this helps things?

C'mon head, give me an argument!