TINGLES:
I discover that the only safe way to the power core was through a ventilation duct at the barracks. It must have re-pressurized by now, surely.
The elevator door opens and I walk right to the barracks again. I see someone holding a wrench and a cap in my way.
That makes me angry.
I rip a burning hole in his chest with my incendiary shotgun. He stumbles back and falls to the ground, his organs now a mish-mash of hamburger and char.
That makes me happy.
Plad is now DEAD.