Utterly Mad

Father:
The sniper breathes in heavily in an attempt to speak.
"sh-h-h-he left wi-i-i-th a shipment just befo-o-o-ore you humans a-a-a-attacked!"
He's struggling to get out even the basic of words. His broken english is now (permanently) more broken...
The hound takes another deep breath, trying to steady his voice.
"all i-i-i-i know is that sh-h-he went we-e-est, to the wat-t-t-t-ter..."

He's shaking like a leaf in a tornado.

Smasher:
You plug in, and see the millions of problems in the system.
But there's a basic intact backup. Flushing the systems prove easy enough, and soon you're in control.

LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT
Disable? y/n

The insects have resorted to slamming the door. Or they might even be trying to push through using their numbers...
In turn, the door has started to buckle inwards.
"THEY'RE GETTING THROUGH!"

You run a quick search on possible solutions to your insect problem.
There are several warnings and alerts regarding the insects occupation, but they do not help right now.

You find the ventilation controls. But it doesn't seem like you could vent anything toxic into the air. Nothing's connected. Unless you'd be willing to take a stroll to the ventilation chambers (through the insect horde) and add something toxic, you'd have to find something else.

There's also a number of unspecified drones somewhere in the depot. There's no information on what kind of drones they are, or what they're carrying. All you know is that there's 23 of them, waiting for input.

Lucas:
"You do know what we do right? There's not going to be any deskwork, only fieldwork."
She picks up a (suspectedly) stolen Uniware Assault Rifle, and shows it to you.
"And with fieldwork, I mean the dangerous kind."