You run at the superior officer. With a cold stare, she blasts you in the stomach. You immediately collapse in pain.
Then you hear a closing door, followed by the escape pod launching.
You struggle to look up. There’s a monitor on the wall showing the escape pod’s trajectory on radar. After a few minutes, the pod disappears.
“Looks like neither of us are making out alive,” you think, a sardonic smile on your face.