“Attention,” the intercom of the AN-225 came to life with the monotone voice of someone who says the same things all day."T minus ten minutes to drop off.” The pilot of the heavily modified aircraft signed off. The plane had most of the seats arranged in the cabin in order to fit as many people as possible and many of the cargo rooms were modified for use of engineers and storage of uncommon cargo. 

Akihito and Nathan sat in one of the engineering rooms across from each other. They were discussing a design for some equipment and gadgets in between a game of Magic: The Gathering, Nate was winning. Osamu was using a drone - he was in Japan at that moment.

Meanwhile Biermann sat in one of the office compartments, reading as much as he could of Foster’s reports of the functions and past appearances of the Trident.

Harry Walcott paced the plane’s cabin, thinking about the case thus far, trying to make sense of everything they'd discovered. He remembered a report Colonel Evans had mentioned about some new weapon the Russians had - something that could, seemingly, break through any defense that was thrown at it. There were attacks on American bases and British bases in the region, nothing that could be directly pinned on the Russians, but they were the highest suspect at the moment. There was no discernible pattern in the wake of whatever it was, the military had no idea, but they didn't want to announce it as to not alert enemies to their weakness. Walcott pushed the thoughts out of his head and focused back on the current case.

The investigation team was nearing the site where they would be dropped out of the cargo hold on two Hueys.