text: You fire a bolt of psychic energy, killing her instantly as she collapses to the ground.
  
  
  "Alright, let's bounce! This area's fucked!"
  
  
  A group of gang members charge in, wielding autoguns and a few lasguns, blocking your exit.
  
  
  "Kill them, get to the shuttle," you say.
  > You overwhelm the enemy with bolts of psychic energy
  You keep firing bolts of psychic energy, filling the air with psychic energy that wipes out scores of the enemy. Your Tribals and lieutenants push forward as many of the cooks are killed in the crossfire, but without Zero you don't have a head cook, so the plan's fucked anyway. The guards are untrained, badly armed and unarmored. Your men are infinitely better, so you easily manage to carve a path back towards the shuttle. It takes about an hour of slow fighting and you lose two Tribals to the gang members, but you soon find yourself at the shuttle. Your pilot is fending off gang members with the shuttle's autoguns, all whilst swearing.
  
  
  "Shit! Fuck! Balls! S...! Oh, Karth! Holy fucking Grox shit, you're alive! I mean, sorry, Karth, glad to see you," Hawkins says. "Let's get the hell out of here!"
  
  
  The shuttle lifts up from the planet, as bullets clang into the heavily armored cockpit.
  
  
  "I was half-convinced you'd have left us," you say.
  
  
  "No, sir," the pilot answers. "Let's get out of here."
  > You get out of here
  You sit in the shuttle with your other lieutenants, leaning against the wall.
  
  
  "Uh, that went badly," Elizabeth complains.
  
  
  "Screw it," you complain. "Fuck the drug industry. It's not working for us. Let's just get out of here, get back to work."
  
  
  "Done," Fay says. "Let's head out. 