The extractors' future looks grimmer than ever as an army of drones hounds them from cluster to cluster. Equa's heart is set on one last job, but can she convince anyone else to join her on what seems like a suicide mission?
Go to hell, extractors. No one likes you.
إلى الجحيم أيّها المُستخرجون، لا أحد يحبّكم
ALLEZ AU DIABLE ! PERSONNE VOUS AIME !
All'inferno, Estrattori! Vi odiano tutti!
Vão para o inferno, extratores. Ninguém gosta de vocês.
Пошли к чёрту, вызволители.
Никому вы не нужны.