Arland pulled a machine gun from a rack in the helicopter and began firing at the soldiers which rushed toward them. "Martin, grab Alana!" He called out as he reloaded the gun, standing next to Mark who was firing at them with a high-tech revolver, loud pinging sounds being emitted from the gun.

Martin picked up Alana's limp body, unsure what to do with it as he sat in the back of the chopper and sighed.

Alana's head pounded as the loud noises of guns slowly woke her up. She groaned and clutched the back of her head, feeling the large bump. She looked up at Martin dizzily. "What... happened...?"

"We're at the citadel." Mark said slowly, unsure if he should let her down or keep her on his lap - she still looked sleeping, but he loosened his grip around her waist. "We're going to end this."

Alana looked over at where the other's were firing and she struggled to get up, her legs shaking at the slightest weight. "Need to... help them..."

Before she could take another step, the chopper began moving backward, coming closer to the edge of the massive, shattered window. Martin's eyes widened as he took two revolvers from the chopper and grabbed Alana, "Hold on." He exclaimed as he jumped from the aircraft and let go of Alana, letting her tumble across the ground as Martin rolled temporarily, turning back to watch the vehicle fall from the building.

"Ah!" Alana skidded across the ground through shattered glass and she slowly got to her feet, unsteady as she stumbled over to Martin.

Martin passed Alana a revolver as he shot at one of the soldiers which had a gun aimed at Mark. "Clear!" Arland yelled as he took a fresh clip of ammo from the pocket of a dead soldier and loaded his gun with it. Mark did the same and kicked a table to the ground, dozens of sheets spluttering across the ground.

Alana walked on wobbly legs as they moved on.

Arland and Mark then proceeded through a door which automatically opened, looking down the long hallway which was filled with dead or unconscious bodies. Martin covered his nose, the smell of blood making him feel nauseous. "What's the plan?" He asked, looking away from the immense gore.

Alana looked away, holding her head in pain.

Mark didn't bother looking back, he simply shot at another soldier which was trying to run free and wiped away sweat which dripped from his forehead, "We're going to blow up this place by destroying the central core and then we escape - simple." He said before walking down the blood splattered hallway.

Alana nodded, swallowing hard.

Martin hung back with Alana and kept his voice low, "Is this the right thing to do-" He gulped, looking away from the gore, "All this killing?"

Alana shook her head softly. "It's never right to take a life... but I'm not sure how else we can survive and do this..."

"We could... We could get out of here... Leave Mark and Arland to do this." He said, placing his voice in a soft whisper as the looked at the backs of the two men once every minute.

Alana looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" She asked, like she'd never even considered just abandoning the whole thing.

"Find a heli-" Martin began saying before Mark spun around and pressed him against a wall, a blade pressed against his tanned neck. "What were you about to say?" He said, spit coming from his gritted teeth as he spoke.

Alana's eyes widened and she put a hand on Mark's shoulder. "Mark. Don't."

"You guys plannin' on escaping, hey?" He said in a brittle tone, releasing the grip in a harsh manner as he kept the knife in his hand. "You stay with us, and you help. Understand?"

Alana shook her head. "I wasn't planning on leaving. I want to help but I'd like to see if we can do this with less bloodshed."

Arland nodded in agreement, "That would be nice." He said as he turned back down the hallway, "Can we go now?" Mark nodded and Martin straightened the creases on his shirt, scowling as he slinked back to Alana's side.

Alana sighed and they began walking again.

Mark then progressed forward and kicked open a wooden door, to reveal rows and rows of people sitting a computers and holographic screens. He loaded his gun and pointed it at the first soldier he saw, "Hands in the air. All of you." Mark pointed his gun and so did Martin, awaiting for Alana to do the same.

Alana reluctantly raised her gun but at the same time her scrambled brain was trying to think of a way to detain them without killing them.

The soldiers all raised their hands into the air - seemingly unarmed as they did so, the monitors and holograms all closing down around them by the flick of a switch. "No one move." Mark said, teeth still gritted as he moved through the room, looking around cautiously as the other followed. He then stopped at a skinny looking soldier and pressed the gun against his head, "You - you're coming with us."