With nobody opposing the idea of going home, you all pack up the last of the things, wrapping up whatever you were doing and load up into the vehicles to begin your journey back home.
Zander, of course, managed to gather a good sizable container and several scoops worth of dirt from the Artifact room.
Arthur's been strapped down inside the Support Vehicle in some sort of a makeshift traction bench, the Doctors having done their best to stabilize him and keep him alive long enough to hopefully make it back to the Company. Although they are doubtful that his limbs will survive that long.
Denizen 002 and Subdenizen 001 have been loaded up to the makeshift wagon along with whatever other scrap materials you could get that doesn't strictly needs to be inside or on your vehicle proper.
With everything strapped down and the clues of your involvement here cleaned up, the little Caravan of Vehicles of yours pulls away from the wrecked Castle, victorious once again with so much loot that you literally had to build a new pullcart just to carry all the phat loot that you've got.
The ride back home wasn't all that boring, thanks to the wonders of built-in audio players the Vehicles came with, a luxury that your previous Armored Fighting Vehicle lacked.
Once within the designated range, your Drivers broadcasted out the code to your Company's owned gate so that they'll open up instead of shooting you.
The faces of those who had been watching would've been priceless, it's definitely priceless when your Vehicles pulled out of the gate back on Earth with honest-to-god dragon on your Wagon and a fucking incredible hulk ontop of that.
It doesn't take a genius to make an educated guess that 'Them bitches gonna be swimming in dough.'
If given permission, the Drivers would be blasting swag gang music on max when they pull the vehicles up to processing.
If anybody had doubts of how Bitchin' Foxhound is, they no longer do after seeing the many captured video clips that's being shared around the company captured by cellphones. Appropriatedly named 'Foxhound's bitchin' return.' Gaining you further fame within the Company at the very least.
Loots will be taken to be processed, Arthur and Maximus to the Infirmary and Tal asked to write a report for the Debrief. Otherwise everyone gets to enjoy the much-needed relaxation and time off after such a success. The new players will be assigned to you soon. Welcome back, Foxhound.