As I'm currently pretty convinced one of ours has just been killed, I'm not terribly interested in talking this out with you. [Charlie snaps back, proverbial hackles on end.]

So here's the deal: we'll grant you the Initiative employees who we've been sharing this room and our supplies with and we'll give over the transporter to you lot. But in return, we'll be granted full amnesty from anything you or Small or Goodman have prepared to throw at us.

[Shoot for the moon, right? --which: slightly less accurate given their current location, but sod it.]