Quintus kicked the car door open and spun, planting his rifle on the hood of the vehicle and immediately scanned for anyone that might have followed, eyes peeled for a solid ten seconds before he lifted the barrel to the sky and stood his full height. Clear, he thought to himself, and he opened the back door, unceremoniously pulling out Chyro-Tek and once again hauling him onto his shoulder. He turned to stomp up the ramp leading into the ship. It was a fine vessel, he'd been on a lot worse in his time. Quintus turned left and marched down the corridor, before shoving the man into the brig, a spacious compartment cordoned off by glassteel. 

Chyro-Tek fell in like a sack of rocks, and Quintus closed the glassteel barrier behind him and locked it. So far so good, but if there were more complications, he might demand a raise for hazard pay. Not because Chyro-Tek had been particularly dangerous, just Quintus's team.