Kirk could see it too. It would take just one to screw them all over, and he knew by now that Iskandar's illusions were not limitless. The clock was very much against them, and he suspected luck.

"I didn't see anymore when I was grabbing research," Kirk said, at least, none alive. At this point, they didn't have time to go back and check. It wasn't a thought he liked having, but it was the realistic one. He took a frailer prisoner in his arms and looped his other arm around someone slightly stronger, pushing up to his feet.

"I'm take these two to Atlas and get the others away," Kirk said with a tight nod. "I'll come back to you both, so try and get outside before then." The look he cast Iskandar said much, filled with a warmth and concern and the needing of a promise. You had said victory, Iskandar. You had best deliver or he'll never forgive you.

With that he hurried out, mounting up on Atlas and grabbing Bucephalus' reigns, running towards a safer area.