Thomas nodded, leading the way through the ship and down to the cargo bay, the ramp sliding down on its great pistons onto what looked like stone.
He stepped aside and gestured towards a metal door far ahead.
"Good luck Colonel Hunter, and I sincerely hope you survive," with that he lifted a radio and spoke into it. "Let them know that we have delivered the individual in question, and that we have armed him as specified. We are departing."
//ooc Tag Shagohad, he's delivered, with a bow on.