The three of you made it to the outer perimeter of the facility parking lot, the chain link fences that lined the edge of the sea of asphalt from the woods chewed open in several places. That wasn't what got your attention though -- what did was the entrance where two military vehicles had been used as gatekeepers for the road out. Both had been knocked over, but one appeared in otherwise usable shape, with a truckbed on its back and its headlights still on. You pointed at that truck and started rushing to it, the siblings right behind you. Yes, this will be plenty large enough to carry all three of you in your now larger and heavier states, and it seemed like other than being knocked on its side it was running OK. Quickly, the three of you pulled the truck back onto its wheels, your and Nicole's lizardman strength now coming in very handy though that rather large dent on the side of the bed you left when you gripped the wrong part and twisted the metal rather effortlessly highlights how much of a learning curve it is to adjust to your new reptilian bodies. The fact that none of you could speak human words also showed itself to be a hindrance in communicating and coordinating since half the time you three found yourselves having to play lizard charades with growls and hisses -- you wondered for a moment whether lizardpeople had a means of communicating verbally like humans, since they certainly seemed to demonstrate the level of coordination that would require such when they attacked the research facilities.
Maybe Delta Lab would be able to help there. But first thing's first -- getting there. Andrea's lizardwoman body was small enough to passably function as a human, so she would be driving while you two rode on the open truck bed. She opened the door to the cab and crawled in, placing the rifle and the three ID cards you handed to her on the passenger side seat before carefully turning the ignition and getting the engine started. You waited until she could find a comfortable seating position (not easy when cars weren't designed for three-foot-long lizard tails in mind) before you closed the door and went around the back. You saw that Nicole had climbed on already and was in the front corner on the passenger side, his lab coat balled up and held over where his dicks were. You let out a hiss of sympathy, remembering yourself how hard it was to try to keep your own members under control until you and Andrea consummated and lucked out on the after-effects. You wished you could think of a way to help, but couldn't think of any at the moment. Nicole would have to hold out for now.
You made your way to the drive side corner of the front of the bed before leaning over and (gently) knocking on the roof of the cab to let Andrea know you were ready to go. As the truck began to move you looked back once more at Beta Lab, the mess of broken vehicles and glass in front of the fading lights of the lab...where hope had gotten out.