"You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. I'm quoting a song you couldn't possibly know, but don't you think we are at that point by now?" The man was now wearing a pair of borrowed pants, offered by a willing, terrified young soldier. They were a little snug, but better than the alternative.
He found his way out of the facility fairly quickly after the first platoon surrendered. They gave him great directions. Outside though, a dauntingly large display of soldiers, armoured vehicles, fixed armaments and mechs were waiting for him. The display of strength must have been designed to encourage his own surrender. 'They must not have talked with the first platoon, I guess,' he said while surveying the next obstacle to him going back to his research.
