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.
We've got no return pass.
لا تصريح مرور عودةٍ لدينا
Wir haben keinen Pass zurück …
On n’a plus de carte pour rentrer.
Non abbiamo un pass per il ritorno.
Não temos o passe para voltar.
Проездного у нас нет.