Whimsically, Henderson was concidering how now was one of those times where Marcus Flint would actually come in useful. He glanced over at the younger man and gaged how tense he was at a glance.
"Detail a team to watch the back and then the rest of you lot can follow me once I've got the front door open." Henderson winked at Troy and Apparated to a spot just down the path leading to the building. Walking up to the front door he knocked bold as brass and greeted the man who opened the door with his patented affable buffoon routine.