The lights flicker on and the group wakes up with an incredibly bad hangover, the stench of blood, vomit and death linger in the air. A door opens and a squad of P90s enter the room, one directs the others with hand gestures clearly practiced and played out before. In twos they move throughout the room picking up those that need to go to the infirmary to address their wounds and dragging the others that need to be disposed of.
