My eyes followed the small, red-and-black figure as it scrambled out of Jacob's jacket pocket, grabbed a wad of cloth from his bag and scampered off behind a large rock nearby.
"Was that a-" I shook my head, discarding that line of query; I'd seen odder. "No, never mind."
I turned my attention back to Jacob and the task at hand, briefly wondering whether or not I should leap down to join him.
"As an answer, extra crispy. The mountain is laced with magnesium and potassium deposits; the right fireball in the right place and..." I grinned slightly. "Instant cooked fortress, just add explosives." I put a foot on the inside of the window frame and stood. "but before we get to that, I need a second. Just wait there, if you're willing..." with that, I slung my assault rifle over my shoulder using it's strap, and stepped fully away from the window and back into the room itself.
The office was a relatively mediocre affair, possessing only one window that faced outwards into the area outside; a few weapons, primarily non-lethal tools possibly for the purpose of containing and subduing prisoners, were affixed to a series of weapon racks attached to the far wall. Most of the rest of the room was composed primarily of filing cabinets and a few bookshelves, filled with manuals and references materials that gave no real clue as to the preferences of it's late occupant. Against the wall to my left, directly to the right of the window, was a desk and chair, both facing away from the window and both, strangely enough, covered with a thin veneer of printed pages. I approached the desk, side-stepping the broken glass on the floor in the process, and began rifling through the indiscriminate piles of printed material.
The bulk of the information was regarding statistics and finances; currently, this facility was fresh out of captives, due to a program mentioned several times called "Project Delta", which, from what I could gather, was an experimental weapons program. Most telling was descriptions of prisoner test subjects and posthumous medical examinations, which seemed to be mainly damage caused by either small payload explosives or high-watt lasers. I tucked the pages away in a portal, hanging on to one that showed a recently approved evacuation plan, which included a diagram of much of the facility: it might do to pay a visit to this lab and see for myself. The other thing of note was a map, which showed the planet- nothing new there- with very strange and different borders and country names-that was rather odd- and a series of dots labelled as either "Facility" or "Command", organized by letters of the Greek alphabet.
I cursed under my breath; this assignment just got a lot harder.
This facility, as far as I could tell, went under the same callsign as the project it housed: Delta. I suspected that rather than the facility being named after the project, each Facility had a project that was named after it, to promote organization. I sighed, then stuffed the map into another portal, resolving to report this complication to my superiors as soon as the current assignment was complete.
The remaining paperwork was mostly just requests, prisoner transfers, inventory- nothing particularly interesting or relevant, so I left it there. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I quickly stripped the racks of their weapons, shattering locks where need be and taking everything that I could, dumping all of it into my pocket universe for safe keeping. That done, I glanced around one more time to make sure I hadn't missed anything else before returning to the window sill and leaping out, landing and rolling into the courtyard below, coming up in a crouched position before standing and brushing the dust off my pants.