On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] Myth comes trudging up the stairs.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] Myth lays her palm on the VoxGuard gold in the hatch to PZ78210.  It beeps once and unlocks.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] Myth heads through the hatch to PZ78210.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The hatch to PZ78210 swings shut.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The VoxGuard gold in the hatch to PZ78210 beeps twice and locks.
press deton
Your remote chirps and the display flashes "SIGNAL BLOCKED BY WEYLAND-UTANI". Fucking hell.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The hatch to PZ78210 swings open.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] Myth emerges from the hatch to PZ78210.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] A floor safe comes sliding in from the hatch to PZ78210.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] Myth heads through the hatch to PZ78210.
From the wall, you hear a muffled door latch.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The hatch to PZ78210 swings shut.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The VoxGuard gold in the hatch to PZ78210 beeps twice and locks.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] 69Bill yawns and stretches.  "I gotta get some sleep."
From the west you hear the faint receding whir of an airship taking off.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The cessna tiltrotor shudders and lifts away from the ground into a hover.
press deton
Your remote chirps and the display flashes "SIGNAL BLOCKED BY WEYLAND-UTANI". Fucking hell.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] The cessna tiltrotor lifts out of hover and begins to ascend.
On your wristpad radio: [cam-Sweaty Palms Helipad] Overhead, the cessna tiltrotor disappears from sight.
In the sky to the southwest, you see a cessna tiltrotor taking off.
press deton
You press the button on your detonator remote, and you cry a single tear as your cessna tiltrotor blows up in a gout of fiery flame.
The cessna tiltrotor is covered in flames for a few moments, then explodes.
You toss your remote away, knowing it will never be useful again.