Finding the explosives they'd need didn't take long. Delta points him in the direction he needs to go, and he goes. Oddly enough- the best place? The same room with that goddamn chair. Maybe it's not the BEST place but it's got some kind of vicious beauty to it- so that's where he heads next. Leaves a bloody path along the way. Rigs the explosives, rigs the timer- and works his way back. It'll be cutting it a bit short but- they'll have a ship fast enough. Tech and files enough to give them an edge against future Charon fuckery.

Playing the hero, getting the girl. And the boy.

Even if he's coating his brand new armor in blood to do it.