Bad Day in Hell

Leaving the older scientist blustering, you lug the whatcha-ma-callit into the dropship and sit it beside the other equipment.

The young woman lays a hand on your arm and smiles sweetly up at you. "I really appreciate what you did. My name's Nina, by the way."

"Soldier, return to your position!" Sarge barks, barely keeping his rage in check. If it weren't for the civvies you have no doubt he'd drag you back. In fact, if you waste another second he might just do it anyway.