They'd helped the Mad Scientist prepare his pickup truck for the assault. The explosives were attached to the front grill, ready to be detonated by remote control; a video camera installed on the back of the seat provided a view of the road from just over the driver's right shoulder. There was no sound, but the image was clear. The plan had been argued ad nauseum for half an hour until the Mad Scientist let everyone know in no uncertain terms that his mind was set. The plan, such as it was, entailed the Mad Scientist driving his truck through the barrier and ramming into the front of the building. The ensuing explosion should make a decent-sized hole in the plant. Then it was only a matter of time before someone came to investigate, and when they did, Metzger, Derrick, Natasha and Veronica would ascend to ground level to inform the authorities about everything that had happened. Each of the four sitting on the couch watching the screens now had a 9mm pistol with an extra magazine. Metzger had showed them how to load, chamber and fire the pistol.
