"I don't trust that for a second. I'll ask you again." Garin unsheathed both of his swords and swung his right just in front of Sawyer's throat. He could see that the blade was stained with blood and... weird orange stuff. Probably the blood of some alien beast. "Who the hell are you?" Garin was filled with confusion and anger. Was he really Sawyer, or an ASF spy, or... something worse?