After a frantic dash through rattling, darkened corridors, you climb a wildly-rocking stairwell and emerge into what could only be the hangar. It’s a good job too, as Marcus and Hondo are starting to look tired from dragging/carrying Andy and John’s dead weight (no pun intended…). This massive chamber is hundreds of feet long, and easily as wide and as tall as forward engineering. Nearby are three military vertibirds. Two are in pieces, and the parts have been scattered across half of the hangar area, but the third looks like its actually in fairly good condition.
You follow Emily as she weaves across the deck toward a set of 12 escape pods, but before you even get there you can see from the closed hatches that they have all already launched. Emily shouts “SHIT!” and runs across the hangar deck toward a set of identical launch tubes on the other side. Naturally, with your recent run of luck, the other 12 are gone too. Looks like you’re too late. Emily clenches her fists, shaking with barely-suppressed rage, and a moment later, she screams “BASTARDS! They left me! They left me behind! And now I’m gonna die!”
Vlad, already on the ropes from his father’s recent demise, begins gibbering uncontrollably in a language that none of you understand, and Kate faints dead away, barely caught in time by Sharon as she sags limply to the deck. John hugs his wife and child close, and Joey bursts into tears. Annabelle puts and arm around him and sighs dejectedly, obviously coming to terms with her fate rather quickly.
Emily suddenly wheels around and spits a stream of expletives at Elsie. “Come on then, bitch! Do it! FUCKING DO IT! Ohhh yeah, a bumper day for the wastes today – instead of banging together rocks in the gutter, you get to shoot a bona fide surgeon!” She throws her arms out to the sides, preparing for the shot.