I'd decided to help in the defense of Liberty City, but I wasn't staying in that metaphoric barrel. Too open. So, instead, I was keeping watch from a chain of tall buildings, prepared to give supporting fire with my rifle. Worst case scenario, I had to leave Liberty City in the dust. I'd done it before, I guess, but I had people I was starting to consider friends in there. I wasn't about to let them die to a bunch of hypocritical Enclave.