Koniev uncocked his pistol, holstered it and pressed a button on his intercom.
"Alicia, protocol C."
He picked out Nickolai's dossier from the pile just as a squad of marines tazered Nicoklai before dragging him out of the office. Moments later, he was tossed out of the nearest airlock, and ship shuddered ever so slightly as the station gunners atomized the body.
