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The Head Engineer leans back, and gets a pistol from out of his hip, he inspects it, pulling metal sliders and other mechanisms, he pulls back the top, gives it one last good look, points it at the commander's head, and....
Click
"You're a dead man now, Bort. And free to go. This place is os the utmost secrecy and I'd like to keep it that way, so we may even have to knock you out so that you don't recall the location, maybe in the future we'll meet again. but for now, you and your crew will be brought to the surface, and be given the choice to contact any peers you have to come pick you up, or integrate yourselves to society, the specifics will be dealt with later... for now, that's all."
He picks up a mug that was on the table and looks into it, it appears to have coffe, he takes a sip and shows a slight face of disgust, then lifts himself up, passes beyond Bort giving two taps to his shoulder, and leaves the room. Then Bort is escorted to another room, which looks like a cafeteria, where most of the other STC are, some are getting bruises looked after by some Musavian medics due to the kinetic force from decompression on the explosions.
(They obviously don't have their sidearms anymore btw)