You tracked down a mad scientist and put an end to his experiments. The only thing left was to demolish the laboratory, hidden within this warehouse, something Malia was eager to help you with. She brought her favorite kind of explosives. "Charges are set." Malia emerges from the empty clone lab and into the downpour, hoisting the gear bag over one broad shoulder and holding up the detonator in the other hand. The lot around you is bathed in the flashing red and blue lights of half a dozen squad cars. A helicopter buzzes overhead and drags its spotlight over you and Malia. A voice on a bullhorn orders you to lay on the ground, accompanied by the racking of many rifles. "What's the move, boss?" The wind whips up as you glance back at Malia. She wiggles the detonator, nothing but smug confidence shining in her red eyes.