While Troy was talking, Henderson had pulled out the duty roster and was scribbling notes to summon certain officers back in to the office. He nodded at the right spots in the narrative and asked the right questions to ascertain the numbers of men and the details of the likely locations where they might have take Troy's friend.
Not that Henderson bought that whole friend thing for one moment. One did not spend well over a decade married to a half-blooded Veela and not be well trained in picking up 'friendships' of all types.
"I suppose we should go fetch the girl back then. I for one would not want to explain to Gwenog Jones just what happened to her teammate." A wave of his wand sent his notes winging toward the men they needed. "You'll lead the raid. Now off to the planning room with you," Henderson said with a wave of his hand. "I'll be along once I drop an owl to the Director. It'll take me, oh, thirty minutes to compose it properly." He smiled rather beatifically. "Then I'll join you on your rescue mission."
He was quite certain that the younger man knew that he'd best have his team briefed and ready to go by then so that they could scoot before the Brass descended upon them.