The European Space Agency is still unreachable, and there is no way to connect to the satellite array to see what's happening in Near-Earth Orbit.
This helplessness of watching Soldiers and the entire ship head to Hell almost empties his heart.
This hellish scene makes Morrison's eyes nearly explode with rage.
He swears, if he finds out who's behind this sabotage, he'll haunt that guy as a ghost even if he's dead!
He wants to use a nuclear missile...
Morrison's gaze darkens.
"Nuclear missile! Yes! I still have a nuclear missile!"
Rather than meeting failure here and returning to the European Community with a rundown ship to face reckoning, it's better to die here, to die in Cuba as a martyr.
After my death, I don't care if the flood comes, if I can take half of Berlin's top brass with me, then Morrison feels his death would be worth it.
Having understood this, Morrison ignores the crowd below and hysterically shouts.
