Focus, right. Worry about Sigma later. He shoots another few times and then he's out of bullets. The next thug to get too close gets pistols whipped in the helmet. It doesn't take him down and York quickly engages in hand to hand, where it's clear the thug hasn't had much training. York takes him down quickly and knocks him out with a kick to the head.

'I'll take this,' he says, taking up the fallen merc's weapon and tuning it on the guy's companions. He swears when two bullets clip Wash and quickly takes out the aggressor. They can do this. The two of them can do this.

A bullet pings off his helmet and he ducks into the indent leading to an airlock, then peeks out and shoots at the asshole, one of the bullets catching her in the hip.