Sehrab's face contorted in rage. He grabbed Glaive by the neck and put a gun beneath his chin and looked angrily into his pupiless eyes.<br/><br/>"You want to be stupid?" he said, in an even darker and more evil voice than normal. "Do it when I don't fucking need you." He released Glaive and swung his concussion rifle around to whack him in the face and cock it at the same time. "Did you really think I came here just to get you out of a predicament? Do you really think I was just being nice?" He hit him again with the rifle, it cocked a second time. Sehrab pointed it directly at Glaive. He laughed a second. "You think I've got a deathwish? No, I'm just the only one here who knows what it really takes to survive."<br/><br/>Sehrab bent down close to Glaive. "I'll tell you something, if you let me know where the fuck it is, I'll let you go charging off all you want. Otherwise, I drag your semi-concious body up to the base and get you to help me find it." He put the gun under Glaive's chin and cocked his head. "Make up your mind."