[To Stephenson] The droids are advancing to your position, and you successfully lasso the target as he tries to slow his fall down by gripping a wall. You wrench him off, slowing the fall, and hit the floor of the shaft, softer than it could have been. You look up, dazed, to see the targets partner has started twisting the crank, and the elevator starts to slowly descend towards you. "Who the hell are you?!" you suddenly hear a voice next to you. You look to the side to see two bulky gunmen standing in the jammed-open doorway of the bottom floor, Mafia possibly, toting Kriksboc-19 rifles in their heavily muscled arms, which are aimed at you and the target.