(Un)Fortunately for Rishi, the Colonel doesn't skip a beat.<br/><br/>"Oh, I don't doubt it... but that Superior Officer is officially making it an order." The man's forehead is practically glowing with sweat now, and he almost looks relieved as he unholsters his pistol and points it right at Rishi's belly. Like somehow, acting out the plans he had been hiding has somehow made it easier for him to think. "The way I see it, you're already a ghost. MIA, and without even your payload on hand."<br/><br/>The man's grin is disturbingly victorious as he moves to open the program on his comm-link, and Ginza's slapped-together "Program" opens up its false menu, complete with dialogues for a username and password.<br/><br/>"See, Mr. Trump would pay very, very handsomely for the keys to the Oldgov's safehouses... or if nothing else, for access to their weapons." With a grin, the man moves his free hand down to his buckle, and motions with the pistol's barrel for Rishi to get moving. "And even if you were too useless to actually bring me the access, I'll guarantee you that I'll make better bank workin' for him than I am on Scrub Duty. And with that already in motion... I'm thinking you've got two choices. You become my personal bitch and I let you live... or you stick to your guns and I gun you down."