The Gang Picks Up the Pieces
Cinder shakes his head. "Wouldn't you like to know."
He puts his thumb on his chin, in a thinking motion. "Just knowing what's out there... That can drive a man to do some crazy things. You wouldn't believe what I know about that treasure. Hell, it could-"
A voice perks up from the back of the room."Shut the fuck up, Adrian."
It was Jackson.
Cinder turns around with some difficulty, and you all see the mercenary helmetless. His hair was cut back in a short buzz, and his face had a tannish complexion with soft features and irritated, red eyes. You could tell he'd been crying.
In his hands he was holding his rifle, aimed from the hip at Cinder."I think everyone's had enough of your shit."
He flicks a switch on the rifle, and the telltale bweeeee
of a charging laser rifle emanates across the room. "You didn't know anything about the treasure coming in here. And you don't know anything now. So just shut. Up."
Cinder grins again. "Finally growing a pair, eh Jackie? About time. I was worried you were going soft on me."
Jackson remains stoic. "No."
He lowers the rifle. "I am going soft. I'm done with this mercenary shit."
He lets go of the weapon, and it clatters loudly on the floor. With that, Jackson bends down, and gathers up Beatrice in his arms and begins to walk out. Cinder grabs his leg as he walks past. He looked almost worried. "Hey, c'mon, this is work. Shit happens. Don't go walking out on me now."
Jackson glares at him. "This-"
He hefts up the body. "-this isn't 'shit'. I quit."
He kicks off the hand and continues up the stairwell. Before he crosses the threshold, he says over his shoulder "Everything he knows he keeps in a briefcase that's in the speeder. The combination's 45-63."
And he walks out.
Cinder sets his jaw and makes a tsk-ing sound, muttering something under his breath. Jason
You swing across the gap 
with relative ease, landing on the other side. As you look around, you can't seem to find Holland, until you hear some gurgling sounds coming from behind you, in the elevator shaft. Looking in, you see Holland with a massive gash in his armor and a grievous burn wound across his stomach. He was half submerged in the water, with his legs sticking out and his torso and head under the surface. Judging by the bubbles, he was having trouble breathing.
Something changes upstairs.
You hear the sound of Jackson walking across the lobby, and you hear the door open and close. A set of lighter footsteps crosses the room quickly, some muffled words are exchanged, and the light footsteps continue across to the stairwell at a markedly faster pace. You hear someone descending the staircase quickly.