"And I don't expect you to turn any of it off. Odds are it'll be needed again before this day is over.", he said matter-of-factly.
Quinten cleared his throat. "But please take my word for it that this footage will be of no help. We'll be lucky to even get near the station without being shot and the moment we arrive there, we'll either need to use stealth or aggression to get to the locker.
I'm told I'm a skilled negotiator and I have quite some experience in these matters. But even my skills would be insufficient to convince them to be friendly to us. Even with their officers present they were already openly hostile and reluctant to help us; without them....
They lost their friends and valuable equipment because they were forced to do something they didn't want to. They'll blame us for causing this, even if they know the Orks -they were Black Rains, or to be precise an ex-part of it, by the way- ambushed the truck. They were already looking for any excuse to shoot you, now they have plenty."