Perceval sat on the steps to the launch facility, his head in his hands. The dead body of Jast lay in a row, alongside Torres, Guzman, Vargas, Volker, Underton, Munoz, Olivarez and the ten guards of the facility. Blanco sat, his hands restrained.
Blanco tried to speak several times before he actually did.
"Sorry." He said it so quietly.
"Hmm?"
"I… I'm sorry. I didn't want to…"
He broke down into tears.
Perceval didn't say anything until a sudden noise made him look up.
"Hey, you hear something?"
The helicopter with the SAMA logo emblazoned on it began descending, kicking up dirt and sand. Three figured clad in black jumped off.
One of them screamed in Spanish at him, and Perceval threw his gun into the air. He did not relent and jammed the gun right into Perceval's terrified face.
"Don't!" screamed Blanco, and they all turned to him as he began the long tale of what lead to two men and ten corpses standing in the desert.
Benitez and Spirit were desperately applying poor medical aid to Mendoza and Corby. Mendoza was wincing constantly, but that was nothing compared to Corby screaming in his perpetual night.
"Jesus, I can't see. I can't fucking see anything oh fucking Jesus help me."
"You'll be fine, Corby. Just keep calm," said Spirit, wishing he could follow his own advice.
Logan stepped through the corridor.
"Logan? You stopped the launch?"
"Yeah. David, Rorke, Elias, Merrick… they're dead. And this place is gonna blow in, like, five minutes."
"Dash?"
"Merrick got him. Now let's go!"
Logan helped Mendoza to her feet; Benitez, Corby and Spirit limped into the lift supporting each other. Spirit slammed the button, and they left the resting place of eight dead men.
The lift opened after what felt like a lifetime. Surely five minutes had passed by now? Logan tried not to think about it. After all, he wasn't going to go through all this-
Killed Alvarez. Killed David. Killed dad. Bombed a fucking radio station. Terrorist. Murderer.
Only to die because of a slow lift.
They flooded out into the corridor, to see a collection of soldiers standing in front of them, Blanco and Perceval among them.
"Place is gonna blow!" screamed Logan. "Fucking run!"
Blanco repeated his warning in Spanish, and everyone bolted for the exit.
They quickly crowded themselves into the helicopter, and one of the SAMA troops began shouting something at the pilot. They took to the skies just in time to get the best view of two men be obliterated into ash.
There was a loud crack, and the building collapsed into the ground. A plume of dust erupted high into the sky, the sun barely visible through its haze.
Logan turned to Spirit.
"Now what?" Spirit asked.
"Now," said Logan, with a smile, "we have been defined."