You’re standing in his office, crying and trembling, and covered in blood.

A SpecGru soldier lays dead on the floor, a bullet wound in his chest.

You’d been waiting for Simon in his office after coming to visit, and the soldier had started getting handsy. You panicked, and this was the result.

“Hmm. You’ve made a right mess there, darling.” He says, his voice strangely calm given the situation.

He’s standing in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, a neutral expression on his face.