"More resources. Or perhaps they would be able to find technology that would be compatible with technology from my own world." Adam looks down into the liquor in his glass that he swirls, and he then takes another drink. He lowers the half finished glass, and he places back on the counter but makes no effort to refill it. "And I wouldn't know if technology between similar worlds would be compatible. I'm just the guy that they send to kick in doors."

He's bright, but Adam isn't that bright. He tends to let the nerds in the labs deal with that type of shit. "Maybe they sell safes in the vending machines."