With a screwdriver

As skittish as an alley cat Nicolas brought himself a cap and glasses to cover his face, Saria wasn't mocking about when she said Van Hellsing moves under the radar, the plane touched down in some old abandoned little airspace bordering Nevada.

Like clock work another van stood ready for them on the other side, Saria was like some sort of professional Bond girl walking to a man waiting by it and accepted a data tablet as if knowing it was for her.

"Movement around the facility is minimal on the outside, it seems they try avoiding the obvious by not placing external guards" The large man said leaning over Saria's shoulder, Nic could deduce he was also a Hellsing.

"That's good, what about interior defences?" Saria asked tapping the tablet.