"Well, if their comeing after you Salt, then thier going to have a hell of a time getting in here." Knife says, standing and walking over to the windows. "These babys," He says, giving a window a pat, "Are 8 centemeters thick, bullet and, funnely enough, vibration proof." "As for the roof, the plates for the platform are made from the hull of the late HMS Thunderchild," He says, pointing upwards, "And beleive me, it'll take a martian heat-ray to burn through those babys."
The hole Sigma smashed slowly begins to regenerate itself. "Oh, that too."
"Yea, apparently I was the paranoid type," I cut in, "We also got a teleporter in the back that leads down to the garage, so we're pretty safe here for the moment."