Tseng let out a low laugh, humorless despite the gesture. "You're assuming I have friends, John."

It wasn't a lie, in all technical terms. He really didn't have friends, he had subordinates who he'd take a bullet for if they didn't push him out of the way.

"I understand your position, however, and I know they would do the same in your situation. Loyalty only goes so far when you're at the end of a rope and the only hand nearby is pointing a gun at you. You're on your own in the end, and nobody would think less of you for keeping yourself alive."