Merrick's men worked furiously to save the data into storage devices. The Inquisitor poured over a screen while the commandos worked. Isabella's rage continued to mount as she ripped through guards, and ripped pilings from the ground. Merrick knew they couldn't stay much longer at the rate Isabella kept going. Sgt Tomlinson signaled Merrick that they were good to go, Merrick motioned for one of his men to grab the Inquisitor, Donelson complied. The Inquisitor resisted, but Donelson, tired of the Inquisitor's dawdling, struck him just below the sternum. The Inquisitor doubled over, coughing, as Donelson applied a sharp strike to the Inquisitor's jaw. The Inquisitor's eyes glazed over and his knees buckled. Donelson hoisted him over his shoulders and took off after the rest of the commandos. Merrick had made his way over to Isabella, who was ablaze with warp energies. Merrick grabbed her by the arm, and she spun and glared at him, eyes aflame with an unholy glow. Her face was a twisted mask of pain and rage, but it softened as she realized that it was Merrick that she was looking upon. The flame in her eyes faded and she began to collapse. Merrick caught her and hoisted her onto his back. He ran for the door, following behind his men.
It took the commandos only five minutes to exit the building, but the damage had been done. The building was on fire, the flames igniting the night sky. Merrick looked at the unconscious inquisitor and knew what he needed to do. They made their way back to the shuttle that had brought them to the planet. They departed the surface headed back to the ship. They made a hard burn out of the planet's atmosphere, keeping the inquisitor sedated the entire way. Merrick was going to get answers, and he didn't care how much heresy it entailed...