Teja knew it, called it, would have put cash bets down on it -- The boss was out for blood, too. He stood immediately - force of habit in the presence of his superior - and rumbled, "Sir, we're already on it. #724 was just going to meet up with #0711 and #1566 and sweep the shanty town for possible suspects. I will take care of Layla, it's probably for the best that I uh. Don't go."
He paused, then cricked his neck. His shoulders were already near frozen in a stressed position. "You will get results within six hours, you have my word on that." They'd slip up, they'd brag, there would be something to tell them apart from the rest of the hooded dicks that worked and generally weren't assholes of this caliber. His tone lowered into a deep, ominous rumble, "If I may make a suggestion sir, we keep these ones alive." He narrowed his eyes. There were fates worse than death, and both he and Charles were very, very aware of them.