There was... so much stupid in that plan that Stutely genuinely didn't know where to begin. "Fine bloody payback it would've been, too, if he'd got the drop. 'Much played the bait'? What kind of strategy is that?! Much is lucky he doesn't have a bullet in his brain, and, by the way, so are you, not that either of you's got a lot else rattling around in there."
He'd begun pacing at this point, his frustration boiling over. "He could've shot you both and we'd never even know it. Then while we're all over the shop trying to find your dead arses, he could have worked the chaos to pick off the rest of us. Maybe he'd even pop round here afterward for a second go at the Friar!" Now he was properly shouting. "And don't you bloody say 'well, but he didn't', cos we both know that was a roll of the dice and you lucked out. Christ!"
Stutely threw his hands up. "And you know the stupidest part of it all? I mean the really— just, absolutely crowning moment of idiocy in your whole idiot plan. If you'd taken even a moment to run this by the rest of us? If you'd told us you knew where he'd be and when? We could've helped, you fucking plonker."