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Try to reason with Overon
Feeling that diplomacy is the best option, you arrange an appointment with Overon. The two of you meet in a public place, supposedly unarmed.
You get things started by telling Overon that you're sorry that you dropped him like a sack of potatoes the second Gorgotron came along.
Overon responds by shooting you twice in the chest with the gun he had concealed under his dull brown cloak. In shock, you feel the rapidly expanding red stain on your chest.
"I didn't think you could hurt me any more than you already have," you say, "But this betrayal... this hurts worse than the bullets do."
You collapse. The bullets actually do hurt a whole lot. But you're not going to give him the satisfaction.
GAME OVER