Muttering a silent curse, Viggo lunged forward, running at the guard position and spraying with bullets. Most of them missed, but one managed to to pierce his shoulder. Seeing it, Viggo stopped.
'Hey you!' he said to the guard. 'You have no chance of avoiding death, unless you surrender. Look at those bodies here' he pointed at the officer corpse. 'You don't want to end like one of them, right? You were wounded, so they won't accuse you of treason, you can just say that you were knocked down. Listen, we are the Resistance, we stand for what is good and noble, we are not going to hurt should you lay down your weapon! My friend has a medkit, he can bandage your wound and ease the pain! Consider it, boy. You don't have to die stupidly!'