You keep going, and he gets back onto his feet and steps into your path. With one swipe of your shovel, you knock him aside and continue on up the front steps of the Prosecutors' Office, your tank treads whirring. You get caught in the front doorway of the office, and another security guard swoops in and manages to tase you. You're immobilised and arrested. As you have taken an innocent life in your pursuit of justice, you end up turning popular opinion against the prosecution of Choi and the president, and there is not enough popular support to carry on the case. The president, unimpeded in her power, sentences you to death for mutiny. You are given a tiny cell filled with leftist artists to live out the last of your days.