Python sits in the War Room, smoldering cigar in his huge, mechanical hand. He turns on the PA and it activates throughout the ship. "Everyone to the War Room. We need to decide on our next action." He turns off the PA and raises the cigar to his mouth. Python goes to smoke it, but hesitates. He puts it out on the nearest ashtray. He sighes, thinking about what the team needs to do. [i]We could go look for Murph.[/i] [i]But then, I could end up with the virus. We should clear out the rest of Echelon first.[/i] [i]I could leave the team and get out of the life. Maybe start a family....[/i] [i]Sharpshooter said that Lana girl loves me in the future. Maybe I should try to get to wherever she is.[/i] [i]And leave the team?[/i] He sits, waiting for the team to enter. [spoiler]Open, please interact with each other.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Phantom, is the ship landed or in space?[/spoiler]