Sighing, John Carrington, call sign Wraith, began his report to S.P.I.E.S. command.
"The warheads weren't there. Large amounts of radiation showed the possibility of several large devices, or many small ones. Ms. Smith is still decrypting the data we retrieved, but as of yet, no information on targets has been found. After we exited the facility, the main support columns were blown, and some C4 helped the fuel tanks detonate."
"What of the secondary objective? Did you find the weapon?"
Closing his eyes, Carrington thought of the room he had been in. It had not been a pretty sight.
"We found the room. It was... bad. Several scientists had been put in a gas chamber, and then it was flooded with the gas. I don't know how long they were in there, but their flesh was falling off. Who knows how much of the weapon it took to kill them? They could kill millions of people."
"Once you return to base, you will be on call until further notice. This is of the utmost importance, and we can not risk using any other team for this mission. Command out."
Standing up from the console, Carrington thought aloud, "Well, it's not like I had anything else to do."
Opening the door, he stepped into the cargo bay of the plane that was their transportation back to the United States of America.