[12.35 pm]
Explosives was not good. The cigarette was burning out from the fairly intensive puffing he'd been doing on it and Pepper ground it out on the window sill, scribbling an end to his note and grabbing a sweater, tugging it on, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes and racing out the door. With luck, there'd be a welcoming committee before the kids traipsed off home.