A second shot. Someone's body slumps to the ground. Something happened that's unplanned in even the off-rails contingencies. The lights come on and stay there, when even synthetic life stands aghast at what's happened. For an eternity of pure, quiet seconds, the world remains crystallized, still, motionless. Two near-lethal wounds, two desperate men, and two deaths that still loom over the bridge, threatening it.

HeadOfSecurityHeadOfSecurity has suffered a grievous injury to the head, likely piercing the skull with heat. That he's still standing is nearly impossible. CaptainCaptain has suffered a shot to the midsection; it's nearly impossible that his damaged heart will survive the shock. Each man lies at the shore of death.


Vote results
At tally time, results were:
CaptainCaptain: 81
HeadOfSecurityHeadOfSecurity: 81

ChiefMedicalOfficerChiefMedicalOfficer : Flip the fuck out.