[b]"Sir! You need to calm down! Firing on the crowds will do us more harm than goods!" [/b]

Said the weapon officer on board the bridge of the Scythian, to the rash Nelson, who, still in his enraged fury, just ordered the crews to open fire. 

[b]"I don't need to know that! They aren't civilians! They are our enemies! They killed our men!"[/b] Nelson shouted back to him, but was suddenly grabbed in the shoulder by him himself.

[b]"Sir! If you fire on the crowd you risk losing your entire career right here, right now! And your killer will still be there, sitting with his ass above his crossed feet peacefully! You will not get yourself a revenge like this! Wake up!"[/b]

Despite how fiercely Nelson protested, the man kept holding on to him, gripping his shoulders tightly, until the Lieutenant calm down. The officer was being unusually calm and patient, as opposed to his impulsive superior. The reason was simple: he was a former subordinate of Nelson. He knew Nelson's rashness, his rage. Although not thorough, but still, he knew it. He saw his eyes. And then he knew that he couldn't afford to be impatient like him. He couldn't waste his entire career, his life to some rash and illogical decisions, nor he could afford to lose the Lieutenant as his superior. The universe would lose a Nelson.

It took around a minute to calm the man down, as his shoulders began to loosen itself. The anger still lingered somewhere within him, but at the least, the man could gave a sigh of temporary relief, as he knew that he had led way for his real self to come out. His genius self.

Nelson sighed as he clinched his forehead, releasing all his anger, trying to vaporize it into thin air, as he said.

[b]"Tell me officer. What are we provided with?"[/b]

There it is.

[b]"Not much I'm afraid. We have three CIWS machine guns, and a bundle of navy personals, but almost half are recruits and do not have much experience." [/b]

[b]"That's already enough."[/b] Nelson turned to address the entire room. [b]"All hands, man your stations. I want all well-trained personals to handle the guns. Watchers and navigators, keep a close eye on the surrounding buildings."[/b]

[b]"What are you trying to do sir?"[/b] Another officer asked, a middle-aged man.

[b]"I was targetted by a sniper. And as far as I know, there is one lurking out there, trying to fling shots on our butts the moment we stick it out of the ship. And we will not let him accomplish that goal" [/b]

Nelson then walked to the observation area, where the situation was slowly unraveling in front of his eyes. He could see several shots coming from two large building not far from there. That was where those snipers were stationed in. Fools. They think that by staying there they will be totally safe? Such arrogance will be their grave mistake.

[b]"There"[/b] He pointed at the two buildings. [b]"That abandoned building. In the crack of the chaos, we'll go straight for it."
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The line was directed at his officers, who looked at each other.

[b]"You mean taking off?"[/b] 

[b]"They have given themselves to us already."[/b] Nelson said. [b]"By appearing that we are retreating from the area, we can close in on them without them making a single move to counteract them." [/b]

He then turned to voice himself into the radio, in a manner different from his original. 

[b]"Attention all personals. Return to your station immediately. The ship will be taking off in 10 minutes." [/b]