...well, shit. Maybe he would get a chance to use his plasma sword after all. Speaking of which, he pulled that out and held the still-closed item in his hand, just in case the water started rising. And... fuck, he hated the son of a bitch, but Albert paid him. What else was he gonna do?

'You'd better give me the biggest freakin' raise for saving your ass, buddy,' Boris muttered as he grabbed the unconscious manager and started dragging him along, away from the falling water. Shit, the guy was probably gonna be saved by somebody else looking for a raise anyway; it might as well be Boris who claimed it, right? And even if he didn't, he'd hold it over the bastard to milk it for as much value as he could.