Oliver blew out a breath. This very thing was why he didn't usually get his hands dirty. It was much easier to check in with Sam after a successful heist and gloat about money without ever leaving his apartment. Research, computers, that was what he was good at. Not this. Not the potential of death and gunfights. "Ruffle yourself up, pretend like you'd been having a hot and heavy conversation with your woman. I'll call Beth, get you an extraction and--" He began racking his brain for distractions. "I'll send the Italian police there on a false alarm. Maybe the fire department, too. Bomb scare?"