This was used to critically damage the outdated civilization that couldn't keep up with the times, clearing obstacles for Gaius's plan. So, what are you waiting for? If you don't want to do it, put it down. If you decide, then pull the trigger. Yet, why do you stand there like an idiot... holding the key to influencing the situation, but unable to make up your mind?
Jago felt his hands weak as if they had been drained of strength. He held the devotee's farewell gift dazedly, struggling against something invisible. Jago took deep breaths, the scorching air burning his lungs painfully. His pupils contracted as he looked up. An old corpse lay near the entrance, "Judas'" blood soaking the ground into a dark red. Jago reflexively pulled out his handgun, ready for the next trap—
The iron door at the entrance was kicked open, there was no ambusher or another puppet, only a flustered blonde ranger. Her gaze naturally fell on "Judas'" corpse, then focused on the muzzle of Jago's gun.
