Ten minutes had passed, and you don't even need to wait for the time to tick to the last second to know to takeoff. Even if the snipers weren't there anymore, there was no reasons for the ship to stay there and get mauled by the angry crowd that the crew could do literally nothing against without specific orders since they were civilians. Nelson had zero patience about asking his captain about the task. He would have to ask his superiors for permission, and while the orders were being considered and transferred, every worst possible scenarios would have already happened. He was just too inactive for this duty.

Nelson had resolved his plan. He was going to fly to the building, send a small portion of soldiers for investigation and, if possible, abstinence of a perhaps potential rebel group against the UWS, while the ship search for a more suitable place to land. A less chaotic place. He knew that the group of marines and some of the Scythian officials were still out there somewhere. They wouldn't want to return to the ship passing through that mob. 

[b]"Closing door now. Prepare for takeoff." [/b] A Scythian operator reported. 

[b]"We should find a more suitable place to land on. Anybody have any suggestions?"[/b] Nelson said, as he glanced at the navigator. He should be having an idea for that

[b]"There are plenty at the moment. But I think we should get as close to the marines as possible. You may want to pick them up."[/b] 

Indeed he should. 

The supplies had been distributed, the mission was accomplished. All the more reasons he should not stay there.

[b]"Ok, set a course. I will contact them."[/b] Nelson gave the order to the navigator, as the man saluted and complied.

Nelson began establishing contact with whoever was in charge with those group of soldiers.

[b]"This is Lieutenant Nelson Schor, second-in-command of the Scythian. We have distress at the landing area and are evacuating from the position. Where is your current position? I repeat, where is your current position?"[/b]

[@Ozymandias]