The six specimens walked out of the ruins of the lab, and as Conrad took a look backwards, the entire building exploded. "Well, I guess there's no turning back now. So, anyone got any ideas where we should go?"<br/><br/>BMDubs was about to say something when his mainframe was hacked. "Head to the west, three miles out there is a small military class jet. It has an autopilot you will need to override, but other than that it is yours for the taking. Consider it a gift from me to all of you. Veronica out. Oh, and tell BMW to upgrade his security protocols." He said in Veronica's voice before reverting to his old self.<br/><br/>Lizzie frowned and put a hand on BMDub's shoulder. "That was... weird... are you okay?"<br/><br/>"Just a little shaken up. I... need to plug a loophole in my firewall." he said as he shook his head to rid himself of the weird feeling of having been hacked.<br/><br/>The group turned towards the west and began walking. When they all found the jet, BMDubs practically fanboyed over the high tech jet. Conrad sighed and asked, "So how do we open it? anybody got keys?" to which BMDubs responded by interfacing with the lock on the outside and overriding the access code.<br/><br/>Lizzie walked into the jet and squealed in delight. "Guys, check it out! there's a slushie machine in here!" and she promptly began sampling all the flavors.<br/><br/>"A military jet... with a frozen dessert machine?" Conrad asked, puzzled. BMDubs shrugged. "Veronica must have a sense of humor?" he said. He walked on board and buckled himself in to a seat. "So... anyone know how to pilot a jet?"