Biermann climbed out of Colonel Evan’s chopper a few minutes after they’d landed. He had been on a phone call when they dropped and was taking a few minutes to finish it. “Yes Alan, I am fully aware of the current situation... “ The man, Alan, spoke some more. “If you have trouble dealing with it, I will have more men sent… Listen to be Conway, you need to contain the situation. -” He was interrupted. “Yes, I know about her. How could I not? Just cover your ears... yes… yes… Thank you Alan. Godspeed - whatever that’s worth.” With that he clicked the mechanical button on the side of his phone and stowed it in the breast pocket of his vest once more and climbed out of the helicopter, making his way towards the facility. 

“Dammit man! How did he get away?” Roy spoke erratically into his com at one of the junior officers. “First Lieutenant, I want a detailed report when we get back to base.” 

Nathan thought he was gonna die and vowed to never get into a vehicle operated by Foster again. It was bad enough that he got queasy at heights, but with that madman flying - it really didn't help. 

“Nate!” Akihito was controlling an ACUD, Anatomically Correct Utility Drone. He was in Japan at the moment. “I finished it!” 

“You did? It must’ve taken you ages and at least… forty two books worth of code!”

“Yeah it did.” He didn’t seem particularly happy about that part. “But it’s finally done! This all purpose physics calculator will work wonders in the classroom, at NASA, and with us. Though, I guess we won’t really use it too much since we hardly ever use calculators anyway - but for other people, stupid people, it’ll be great!” 

While Akihito and Nathan were geeking out over the former’s coding abilities, Walcott made his way into the facility. He’d been assured by Roy that the facility was, in fact, secure now. Which is what he’d just heard an officer tell Foster, “The facility is secure, most of the combatants are being transported away as we speak and the researchers are being held for questioning.” He didn’t elaborate on what would happen to their soldiers, it wasn’t too good. 

As Harry walked through the doors to the large, grey stone, building he noticed that Biermann was next to him. He seemed to just appear, or perhaps Harry hadn’t noticed because he was still a little shaken from the flight. “What do you think Alex?”

“I have a hunch that the trident was, in fact, here. All we have to do now is question some people.” The German made his way to where the prisoners were being held, a soldier showed him the way and Harry followed close behind. They had set up a de facto interrogation room in one of the labs and there was already a man sitting in a chair on one end of a table. The researcher was in his thirties, Asian, and wore modern clothing under a white lab coat. 

The man spoke a string of what Biermann recognized as Vietnamese. He didn’t speak anymore for a few minutes, but when he spoke, Biermann cut him off.

“As far as I’m concerned, you can speak in your language all you want. But, I know that you understand me.” It was written all over his face, and his body, Biermann hadn’t been a detective for so long without picking up on how people behave. “If you do not reciprocate the favor of speaking in a familiar language that my friend here can understand,” he gestured toward Harry, “[i]The Sun's rays will become a distant memory for you.[/i]” The last bit was in flawless Vietnamese. 

Biermann’s effect on the man seemed to be overwhelming, “Okay! Okay! I’ll talk. Jesus man, I… What do you want to know? What are you here for?”    

Walcott spoke up, “Oh, nothing much… I just want to know what you guys have been up to for the past few days… I don’t need to hear it from you either, we’re collecting your security footage now. I would just like to hear it from you first…”