It seemed like it was off limits to him in a way now, perhaps a self-imposed exile, but they hadn’t exactly made him feel part of the group, despite saving their lives on multiple occasions. It was big enough to take many more than the three of them, it had bunks to house a platoon and food to match, for a few days anyway. But the weapons and ammunition stored there were high tech, enough for a platoon of highly trained operators to run a war all by themselves.
Some of what it held he didn’t even know about as there were areas of the island bunker sealed even from him. He knew of a few other locations just like it, he’d been to a few, and heard of many more like it. Secrets known only to the agency he’d worked for.