[His eyes flit over the map, and give him this: he's clearly taking it seriously. There's a frown on his face, his hand rubbing absently at his mouth as he plans. There's a couple ways they could do this, but maybe the best would be to have them pair off . . . set up a signal so the others could come running, make it into a big scene. Not a fight with Kimblee, but something that will block him off, delay him. Some fake fight between-- well, maybe between one of his guys and one of Ling's, just so it'll look more authentic. Lots of explosions, lots of guns, it's too risky to keep going for a few minutes, or a lot of minutes, yeah, let Kimblee think they're nothing more than idiots who like explosions--
--yeah. Yeah, okay. He glances up at him.]
How long do you need? Don't-- don't say as long as you can give me, because that's shitty. Give me a length. Five minutes? Ten? An hour?
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--yeah. Yeah, okay. He glances up at him.]
How long do you need? Don't-- don't say as long as you can give me, because that's shitty. Give me a length. Five minutes? Ten? An hour?