"So what did they say?" Sawyer says to Richard as they, along with Jericho, wait in the vehicle parking lot outside of the facility main building.
"Oh, pretty much that my mental anomaly caused my body to shut off whatever it is that blocks people from getting denser muscles after a certain point. And like how people could lift some hella' heavy shit but their brain forces them to not be able to coz' the aftermath would be brutal." Richard replies, hoping he's relaying the facts correctly.
"What about your enhanced senses? We saw a demonstration of it when we fought the Ent Stimulus."
Richard shrugs.
"Ent Stimulus?" Jericho, who hadn't been paying much attention until now turns to Sawyer slightly confused.
"Yes. They've identified the cryptid that chased us through the fog."
Jericho nods and mutters "Right." before going back to looking around.
A couple of men wearing dark blue janitor uniforms come out of the facility walking next to a small cargo carrier vehicle and stop in front of an aircraft. One of them recognises Sawyer who's standing nearby and calls out to him.
"Hey, mind giving us a hand?"
Sawyer, Richard and Jericho come over to help them load the boxes into the aircraft.
"Where's all this headed?" Sawyer asks the man who called him over.
"Equipment for the guys at temp facility 3B and 4B. Seems like they're pretty busy lately." The man replies.
As Jericho and Richard help move the boxes, one of the men notices how Richard lifts the heavy metal boxes with ease, "Woah, motherfucker's strong."
Once most of the metal boxes were loaded into the aircraft, the man who knew Sawyer turned to him, "Thanks, we've got it from here. Besides, the director's probably wanting to talk to you."
Sawyer raises an eyebrow, "How would you know?"
The man points past Sawyer, who turns around to see Director Campbell walking towards them accompanied by his masked bodyguard. The man gives a small wave before loading the final luggage into the aircraft and closing the hatch.
"Director." Sawyer turns around to face Campbell.