A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
Order! Order! The enemy is here!
!النظام! النظام! أتى العدوّ
Ich bitte um Ruhe. Der Feind ist hier.
Silence ! Silence !
L’ennemi est arrivé.
Ordine! Ordine! Il nemico è qui!
Ordem! Ordem! O inimigo chegou.
Порядок, порядок в зале!
Враг рядом!