The rest of the group seems to have shit under control on the main stage. So someone's gotta hunt down some of the rest of these minor baddies before they can escape or get the jump on all the heroes. Dave takes that job for himself. Not as glamorous, but hey, someone's gotta do it.

This is a time sensitive mission, so caution has been kinda low on Dave's priority list. Which is why he come dashing down a corridor recklessly and turns a corner to follow the echoing sounds of metal on metal only to find himself faced with a hall thoroughly coated in explosives, red lights on all of them helpfully indicating that they're armed.

"Fuck."