Continue to my quarters.

Scoffing at the cowardly move, you begin walking towards your quarters. The Spy has left to lick his wounds and you would have to be quick. You begin to formulate a plan in you -

There is a rush in the air and you spin around. He's behind you, decloaking, you can see the knife at the small of your back. It's too late. There is no escaping the blade.

You were careless. As the knife plunges into your spinal cord, you think sadly that there is a way out of this. Surely it can't end this way, can it?