As anticipated; The Normandy maneuvers itself in for a swift over pass of the establishment. Exact coordinates were a simple matter. As was the trajectory needed to put this plan into motion. The cargo bay opens, and the imagery of a large, presumably wooden crate, is dropped. The item finds itself in a swift downward spiral. Through the ceiling of the AI's main chambers. The package breaks upon contact with the paneling below; A swarm of pigeons flutter and rise forth from the wreckage.
"..." Click. She would broadcast to the facility now, as calmly as she could manage as chaos erupted in her main chamber.
dEVIL HUNTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE CENTRAL AI CHAMBER ITS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH.
Which is to say not calmly at all, and Mr. Moreau and the Commander were now dead to her. Decidedly so, as she huddled behind panelling to keep the birds away.