You lunge, swinging the glass before they can dodge it, you slice the right guy's throat. You try and go for the left but he hits you hard with the butt of his rifle. you fall to the ground. A woman picks you up from behind, "Try and play nice and maybe you'll live," She pushes you down a long dilapidated hallway to a set of double doors on the left wall, you enter a dark room. She ties you to a chair, you see now she is tall and has blood-red hair in a half-shaved fashion. "I suggest being as good as you can handle, Q won't like it if you keep resisting," with that she leaves.