He can tell for sure that everything was escalating in a way that nobody ever wanted it to be. His six troopers sent down there weren't doing anything useful, as crowds began to get more and more desperate. Lines were now non-existent, as they were slowly turning into an armed riot. Some even tried to lunge at him, but was luckily stopped thanks to the intervention of his trooper. Nelson's temper was also nearly reaching his limits, just like those men over there. 

To hell with these people!

The UWS are already being kind to share them food and water and yet you continue to whine like a baby for not getting enough! Can't they understand the situation?! And the worst thing was that there is very limited solution to this situation. They were unarmed civilians, not soldiers. You can't go out there and shoot people like nobody's business. And surely, these kind of controls weren't Nelson's type of thing. He did not want to hurt them, ever. 

Suddenly...

[b]"Lieutenant!" [/b]

For a split second, he saw something from the corner of his eyes. Something...peculiar.

But then he lost it, as a sight of an armored vest and helmet of a marine suddenly blocked his vision. A marine, all of a sudden, jumped in front of Nelson. Before the Lieutenant could understand why...

SPLAT! 

He fell. To the ground. Motionless.

Nelson could not figure it out clearly what happened, but one thing was certain. He saw blood.

The blood that seeped from the neck of the young marine. He could see it clearer than anything right now. The pool of blood, and the face of the marine as life was being quickly drained from him. The face that he only saw for a second, but would have an eternal impact.

[b]"Man down!"[/b] One of the few marines left in the area cried out.

[b]"Save the Lieutenant! They want to kill him!" [/b]

The marines and navy personals all abandoned their post and rushed to cover the blue uniformed Lieutenant. With nobody left to stop the crowds, total chaos broke out, as some of these people suddenly took out their concealed weapon and began to open fire on the Scythian. 

[b]"Ahh! Arghh!"[/b] 

Nelson could feel himself being squeezed by ten men, along with hundreds of men and women, all with different sizes and shapes. The ten soldiers tried their best to move among the crowds as well as maintaining human cover for Nelson. They had to be quick, as there were snipers out there trying to land another shot on the Lieutenant. 

Then finally, after nearly a minute squeezing and pushing, the troops finally arrived at the unloading bay of the Scythian. It was only one minute, but Nelson could feel an eternity just passed there. 

The soldiers deeper in the cargo bay noticed Nelson's pale face and immediately asked in great concern.

[b]"They, they tried to kill me."[/b] Nelson replied, as he tried to catch himself a breathe, and to regain his composure after seeing one of the marines being shot dead.

[b]"What did they just do?! Those insolence!"[/b] One trooper shouted out in anger, as he tightened his grip on his gun. Nelson knew instantly his intention, but stopped him, by grabbing him on the shoulder.

[b]"Don't. You'll get yourself killed. There's a sniper out there."[/b] Color slowly returned to his face as he slowly recovers from the shock. But the worst is yet to pass, as there are still psychopathic men out there rioting civilians against the Scythian personals. They must be getting too desperate and too angry to wait for another batch of supplies. 

Anger.

No, the worst thing isn't those civilians turned killers out there attacking the UWS personals. The worst thing right now...is those civilians turned killers attacking Nelson. It was a stark to a large fuel cannister within him. A fatal mistake.

[b]"I want every guns on board this ship to go online, immediately!" [/b]