*disarms bombs* I'll ask nicely. Move the shields, or I blow the generators with both of us here.

"There is no generators, only me."

Guess it has come to this. To cleanse this place, you people of your sins, for exiling one of the best men I have known. I don't want to do it like this, but I will. *I stand up, and take off my shirt, to reveal a bomb strapped to my chest.* This is Plan B. You want to leave. This won't be nice. *The timer starts on my chest, it reads 1:57* Thats how much time you got. 3 miles. Thats how far you got to get.