Meanwhile, over on the hill, Janus considered his options.
“One on hand, I could port into the vault, grab the canister, and go.”
He chewed his lower lip, thinking about the implications.
“Go where, though? And how big is this thing? Am I going to need a dolly to move it? Maybe I should get some help…”
His musings trailed off as his brain engaged. One eye squinted shut, and he tilted his head, losing himself in his thoughts.
“Hah!” he shouted, not expecting anyone to react, since he was alone on this particular drumlin. “I’m looking at this the wrong way! I’ll put a portal under it, and let gravity do the work. Dmitry will have to come up with some way of catching it, but he’s the smart guy. I’m sure he’ll think of something…”