''Lower your guns.'' Miller's harsh voice called out. The man walked up to the garrison's leader, standing still and staring into his eyes for what felt like an eternity. Finally, the silence was broken as Miller spat on the ground and responded. ''Well that's some fantastic propaganda you got there boy, if it had not been our men that found the damn corpse and our scientists that will be able to make any sense of the goddamn thing.'' He stopped for a second, loudly cocking the shotgun in his hands. ''Let me put this very simply: You are not in a position to bargain kid. You seem to miss that you're up against a team of the best goddamn Rangers that ever visited this arse end of a line you call a station. So you'll have to excuse me if I don't find my mouth watering right now.'' Another pause, the four rangers behind Miller slowly backed away, bringing their weapons up ever so slightly. ''But for the sake of the peace of the Metro and all that horseshit, let me make a counteroffer. And when I say offer, I mean that this is the way it'll fucking be: The corpse goes with us, to our outpost at Begovaya. Your little Republic gets to send 3 scientists to the place to assist our own, and they might send home anything they find. When we're done with the corpse, it goes with us back to Theatre. In return, your Republic will assist the Rangers in any coming wars when we request it.'' To underline the point, the shotgun he held so tightly is tossed into one hand, barrel up, as he stretches out his hand. ''Is that clear, kid?''