Julius wracked his brain for what to do when a primitive Roamer asks for something that would require showing them advanced technology. He vaguely remembered "draw parallels to what they already know" and decided to roll with that.

"Yyyes, we [i]do[/i] have a boat. It's a custom-built one, in fact. We'll use it to bring you back to... where are you from, exactly?"

Meanwhile, back in the warehouse, Delta Squad formed up around the entrance to the facility's labs. A small array of breaching charges had been wired on each of the door's corners, leading to a small detonator in Private Ronly Jones's hand. "Alright," Pelinal Jirich announced to the squad, "blow charges in 3...2...1!"

With an ear-shattering BANG!, the door was blown open. Cool air blowed into the facility's halls as the last residual particles of tear gas settled down. Jack Morgan smiled gently and spoke into his comms.

"Gamma Squad, you take point. Silverback's got himself a little informant, I hear. Everyone, maintain radio contact [i]at all times[/i]; if I don't hear anything from you, we're assuming you're in trouble."