Hampus the Red snapped out of his stress-induced stupor, and dumbly nodded at Clifford. Stumbling to his feet, Hampus headed back to the warehouse. With each step, he regained some consciousness and, with it, some of his personality. He knew deep inside that failure to obey orders would result in some punishment, but his wizardly instincts told him that this did not matter. By the time he and Clifford had entered the facility, Hampus was back to his old safe.

Striding down the stairway, Hampus brusquely stepped into the main hallway and looked at the small assortment of idle soldiers there. Turning to David Leatherhoff, he snapped, "You, there! What are you doing?"

David Leatherhoff, recognizing a VIP by their complete inability to dress sensibly, remained courteous yet authoritative. "Current status is waiting for further developments, sir. SOP is to wait for each soldier to clear their rooms before regrouping and continuing. Considering current intel, I would suggest rendezvousing with Private Mcdonalds. He should be through the door just over there." David pointed to a door that had been rather clumsily busted open in the furthest rightmost corner of the room.

Hampus headed through the doorway just as Arby's Mcdonalds busted down the Chief of Security's door and ran through. Inside was nothing but an array of monitors, a nice mahogany desk, and a pleather office chair. Arby's, immensely disappointed by the lack of guns, porn, and beer in the room, headed back to the main hallway in disgust, leaving Hampus and Clifford to their own devices.