Whatever was left of the payload was pretty much everywhere, albeit nothing but pitch-black rubble.
Needless to say, it was a mess.
To sum things up in a single sentence, this was an escort mission that nearly succeded, but climaxed in an explosion stronger than anybody could handle.
The fact that there were no casualties as a result of that explosive outcome was basically a lucky break.
Probably wouldn't be as lucky with the potential injuries suffered by the agents who were blown at least a couple yards away.
Being on the defending side of this mission, the mercenary currently known as Reaper should've been pleased with the results... at least, if he wasn't a second too late to ghost his way out from the radius of the combustion.
But at least there are still some that were very well pleased with the results - Jamison and Mako, essentially the least serious of the criminals alongside the undead soldier, were laughing on and on to the dismay of the rest of the teams. It was already enough luck they weren't too badly hurt from the explosion that they were the ones responsible for this chaotic end to an already intense enough battle.
Reaper frustratedly groaned, as he lied up towards the sky, not bothering to get up as if to both physically and verbally voice his annoyance with what resulted. "This is why we never give you any sort of responsibility..."
Jamison chuckled, proud of his work regardless. "Don't act like you're not impressed."