There were large crates of supplies all around the hangar, which is what many people immediately hid behind to seek cover from the bullets that had begun to fly all over the place. The toughest part about being in a firefight on a space station was most of the walls were metal which meant a lot of shows were cracking off the wall and flying back into the room from a different angle, making the entire hanger a death trap for ricocheting bullets. Morgan fired off some bullets in small bursts, like Demetri has instructed him to. Not only to cut down on the issue of rebounding bullets, but also to preserve his ammunition; which contrary to television was not infinite. Demetri on the other hand, was intentionally firing at the walls, playing pool and doing his best geometry to cut down Gordon's men in the back. It looked like he was quite effective as the men on the other side were falling back to a more secure position in the hanger.

     "We cannot stay here!" Demetri told Morgan, not speaking to him in his mother tongue. "It's only a matter of time before they start using the walls too. We need to get out of here and use the thin hallways to nullify their numbers."

     "Agreed," Morgan said, as he looked back into the center of the hanger. To his surprise, he spotted Hoffman lying there in the middle of the floor. The pool of blood around him suggested that he was taken out in the crossfire, and bleed out as they started shooting at each other. He was only trying to prevent anyone from getting hurt, and he turned out to be the next fatality. All because Gordon was power hungry and unwilling to give up control of the station. Morgan turned to the people behind him who were ducking and not firing back as much as he and Demetri.

     "Let's fall back into the hallway," Morgan called out.

     "You sure about that?" Rogers asked.

     "He is," Morgan said, gesturing to Demetri, "And he's right. You guys are just sitting ducks out there. Get going!"

     Demetri and Morgan fired shots while the others used the cover to leak back out into the hallway one at a time. Morgan then made his exit and Demetri was able to cover himself as he backed into the hallway and ran after the others. Once in the hallway, things seemed calm until someone started shooting at them which caused them to spit to each side and return fire. As the shots zipped by them and around them sometimes, Rogers couldn't help but look back at Morgan and sigh.

     "I guess a full blown firefight wasn't part of the plan, right?" He asked.

     "Not exactly," Morgan answered, "We are outnumbered and outgunned, I have no idea how we can achieve a positive outcome."

     "Now you tell us," Rogers called back, "Thanks Morgan."

     "How was I supposed to know Gordon would rather risk our extinction than give up a little power?" Morgan replied, "I had no idea he was that loony!"

     "Excuse me," Demetri cut in, "Less talking, more shooting. These men are trying to kill us."

     "Right," Rogers called back sarcastically, "Sorry about that."

     After spraying bullets back and forth for the better part of twenty minutes, with no one hitting anyone, the shots stopped ringing out entirely from the other side. While surprised, they were wary about what was going on.

     "Hold fire," Demetri said, "Save ammunition."

     "What's going on here?" Morgan said, sneaking a peek down the hallway. He could see Gordon's men, just as armed as they were, with guns pointing but not firing at them. Morgan was tempted to fire at them, but Demetri was right; this was not the time to waste ammo.

     "Is this the part where cooler heads attempt to prevail?" Rogers asked.

     "The cooler head is in the hanger," Morgan replied, "Hoffman was killed in the crossfire."

     "You're sure about that?" Rogers asked, shocked.

     "I am," Morgan replied, "If he was alive, no chance he hasn't bled out by now. He's a goner."

     "That's not good," Rogers replied, "He was the voice of reason on that side, the one person who wanted to keep us alive."

     "They have no problem with you living," Morgan retorted, "It's me they want out of the picture."

     "You think that," Roger said, "But I'm fighting my own people here. Last time I checked, officers get a court martial for that."

     "Point taken," Morgan said, "but I'll try to negotiate that off the table."

     "Don't even think about it," Rogers said to him, "Self sacrifice doesn't suit you very well."

     Morgan paused for a moment to think about it, but that's when the voice of Commander Gordon came bellowing down the hallway.

     "Surrender your arms!" he called out, "You are out manned and out gunned. We also have you pinned, so we can wait for you out if necessary. Do us all a favor and surrender so no one else gets hurt."

     "And what will happen to the people with me?" Morgan asked.

     "We'll let them go, no punishments." Gordon replied, "But you and the Russian will spend the rest of your days in the brig."

     "What do you think?" Morgan asked Demetri is his native tongue.

     "Not a bad offer," Demetri answered, "For a brig, it's quite clean. I've seen a lot worse."

     "But it makes us sitting ducks," Morgan suggested, "We wouldn't last a month down there."

     "Tis True," Demetri confirmed, "I'd rather go out here, take that bastard with us, and give the rest here a true chance at peace on the station."

     "I agree," Morgan said, looking back at Rogers, who seemed very annoyed he was being left out of the conversation again, "He doesn't like it."

     After thinking about it for a few more minutes, Morgan had an idea. He said something else to Demetri in Russian, and waited for his response. The big Russian paused for a moment, sighed and then handed something to him. Rogers looked at it to realize it was a grenade.

     "Are you insane!" he called out, "You detonate that in here, it will break the wall and we'll lose all atmosphere."

     "Not this time," Morgan said, as he rolled the grenade down the hall.

     When the men on the other end of the hallway saw it rolling towards them, they all panicked, freaking out as they dived for cover. Some were even grabbing onto pipes and anything else attached to the well, expecting their part of the hall to lose all pressure.

     But nothing happened.

     "Comrade," Demetri said in English this time, "Please tell me you left the pin in it on purpose."

     "I did," Morgan said, smiling at the big lug.

     Rogers let out a sigh himself, as he thought for a moment Morgan was actually that crazy to punch a hole into the moon base. The part of the base wasn't entirely underground so there was a very good chance it could cause a rupture and suck all the oxygen out.

     "That was your only warning!" Morgan called out. "We have a lot more of those, and we're not afraid to use them. The next one we throw at you will have the pin removed from it."

     "Morgan!" Gordon called out as he returned to resume communications with the rebels. "Are you out of your bloody mind?!"

     Moments later, another hand grenade rolled down the hallway and the men and Gordon again ran for cover and screamed at each other to back off as it slowly roll right up to the other grenade was and actually stopped right beside it. The man braced again for an explosion, but like the first time nothing happened again. Seconds later Morgan could be heard laughing at the other end of the hallway.

     Rogers looked at his friend with a concerned look on his face. "You are completely mental, you know that, right?"

     "I have my moments," Morgan replied, still giggling.

     "No more warnings," Demetri told him with a scowl on his face. "You have made your point. Give him moment to reply."

     Morgan and the others sat there, waiting for Gordon to scream at him again, giving him a number of childish names. But like the two warnings that came before him, nothing happened. There was nothing but silence. Morgan looked out into the hallway but he couldn't see anyone, not even guards pointing guns at them like before. He looked back at Demetri with a confused look on his face.

     "Did they run away?" Morgan asked.

     "I don't think so," Demetri replied, "That would be not consistent with my experience with you guys."

     "Sounds like a compliment," Rogers said, "I'll take it as one."

     "This doesn't seem right," Morgan said, as he kept looking around. "There is no way we scared them off. There's something else going on."

     Without warning, Morgan stepped out from his cover and began to walk toward where he had tossed the two grenades. Rogers was too surprised to do anything about it, and rather than shout at him, Demetri moved out from his spot and stayed behind Morgan as he walked down the hall to cover him. When Morgan reached the end of the hallway, there was no one there. What was even stranger was that the guns Gordon's men were carrying were scattered on the floor; every one of them.

     Morgan turned back and looked at Demetri, "What the hell, man?"

     Demetri was just as puzzled as Morgan, as all he could do was shrug his shoulders. Rather than leave them lying around, Morgan picked up the guns they found and started to walk back to the where Rogers and the others were still taking cover. When Demetri and Morgan walked back to where the other were, another surprise was waiting for them. Not only had their own people vanished, but their guns were also lying on the ground. Upon seeing that, Morgan dripped his guns and looked back at Demetri.

     "Where did they go?" He asked the Russian in his language.

     "I'm at a loss as well," Demetri said as he laid his guns down against the wall. He scanned the hallways and saw no sign of anyone.

     "Why would they leave?" Morgan asked, "Gordon and his men are gone as well. This makes no sense!"

     When Morgan turned around to face his comrade, the Russian was gone and his assault rifle was lying on the ground. Morgan paused for a moment and rubbed his eyes, unwilling to believe what just happened. Demetri was there only second ago. Unwilling to stand around and be next, Morgan started to run down the halls and frantically look for anyone else in the station. There was no one; Morgan was the only remaining person on the entire station it seemed.

     "What the hell is going on?" he called out in the now empty hanger bay.

     As if something had actually heard him, there was a bright light that completely engulfed where Morgan was standing. Unable to see where it was coming from, Morgan tried to cover his eyes but it was just too much as the light was just too bright for him to focus on anything else. This bright light was the last thing Morgan saw before going unconscious.