Robert felt the knives leave his neck one after the other, as if to remind him that there was one for each of those around him. He didn't even dare to look behind him, and as a wave of panic struck him, all he could do was try not to show it.
"Change of plans." He turned to the other, doing his best to communicate the severity of the situation without saying it outright. "We're heading back to the mining rig."
Of course, there was no way that they would agree to just do that, especially with the situation they were in. They had just lost contact with most of their squad members, so their first course of action should have been to look into what happened. Thankfully, after seeing the way he insisted on going back, they seemed to realize that something must have happened and agreed to follow his order.
