Another gust of wind howled through the snowy wilderness. The fire inside crackled as Orelov poured over the recovered documents.

"And this a map of a the facility?" Orelov asked.

"Yes, they are storing their munitions in the same room as that strange cylindrical device. Apparently they are armed to the teeth. Very adamant in their defense."

"And whatever that barrel thing is," Orelov noted. "It seems to be connected to the rest of the facility through some kind of...wiring, or piping."

"Da," Feodor said.

"And yet we have no idea what is does?"

"Da, nor any of the other machines in the facility."

"My intuition says it is a power source of some kind, an engine for the rest of the facility," Orelov mused.

"Perhaps we'll know when we capture the facility. How should we begin our assault, sir?"