He nodded, idly wondering if the minions would need a bigger barracks for the new hands. He doubted he would get more than a handful, but the current one in the RV had only four bunks, all of which were in use. He listened careful, to both what was said and what was not, and nodded as she turned to leave the hanger. "One moment."<br/><br/>He turned and whistled shrilly, and waited as one of the top hatches popped open, catapulting a shrieking minion out of the RV. He sighed as it landed, but when it bounced back up, he relaxed. "I want you to show them all the rooms but the last one." "Gix pol?" "Yes, even that one." "Gix buggerit?" "Yes, that one too."<br/><br/>The minion did a rough approximation of a salute, and ended up swinging its arm to hard, knocking itself back down. Done with the minion, he turned back to the security chief. "I love forms. They burn so well! ... No burning? Darn."<br/><br/>He looked at what appeared to be a small mountain, and sighed. "Yes, the location of the nearest incinerator, but I doubt I will get to do that."<br/><br/>A small explosion from the hanger echoed behind him, and he sighed in exasperation. "I told them to NOT show the active weapons locker for a reason. Oh well, at least it was just a flashbang. And the minions shouldn't have let anyone get into the lab before it went off."