The Marines in the room tensed as Khan blinked and shoot his head, some strange form of compulsion? Nomad mind control?
There were strict laws about that...
The Marines knew their job all too well, were trained to recognize the signs. Their Assault Rifles blared, gunning down Comrade Jurij where he stood, one of the Marines stepping forward to place the muzzle against Jurij's head and offering a double tap, just to be sure the man was dead.
Khan shook his head, handing the lap top off to one of the guards who quickly placed it into a Kevlar back, running up the hall towards the airlock. The last thing they needed was a bomb going off.