"Put the gun away, Snake," Miles says in a low, level voice, his eyes unmoving from the guard in front of him. He feels his heartbeat rise to his throat, but he doesn't waver. We don't fire weapons around children is the unspoken half of that. Handing this girl over to them is bad, sure. Starting a potential firefight amongst several armed men with this child just waiting to become collateral damage? That's unacceptable.

"Your companion here has the right idea," says the guard staring down the barrel of Snake's gun, eyes narrowed. "Drop your weapons, let go of the girl. I think it's about time you left."

"This girl?" Miles looks at the girl tightly gripping his hand and tries to think fast. Stall, stall, do anything but shoot... He smiles thinly up at the guard. "You might as well shoot me."

Maybe not his best gambit ever.