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For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, Percival stared at her, at a loss for words. She wanted him to lie. To go along with the fabricated story so that they could avoid the awkward situation of her really hiding a vigilante costume in her bag. There were many things he wanted to say or interrupt her with, but he kept them all to himself, offering her a simple nod before turning away once more. The radio came to life in a moment's time, and without too much hesitation, he made the call over the airwaves.
Naturally, he kept her fabrication out of it, limiting himself to explaining only that he discovered a warehouse with suspicious and potentially illegal activities. After giving the address and requesting for backup, he paused for a few moments, before a grainy voice chimed back that backup ETA was approximately ten minutes.
Percival faced her once again, returning the volume down to zero before rehooking it to his waist. "Ten minutes. What now?"