So his metaphorical tail was wagging a bit. Bishop was a die-hard cop and a trained vigilante hero. Of course he was going to admire someone like Captain-freaking-America. But that didn't mean he was completely set off course. He'd caught on to Astrape's intended plan immediately, and then shook his head with encouragement. "I'm going to text Cres and see if she's wrapped that shit up from last night. If we can get her down here she can help wade through the crap." 'Grab a paddle, Lani', Luke thought as he pulled his phone from his pocket. If they weren't going to get in with the locals, they were going to have to sniff out clues on their own... and they happened to have a real police dog on their side.
"Get the helmet," Luke muttered as his thumbs sped over the Qwerty buttons. So what if he was living vicariously through a lady? He smirked to himself then stole a sideways glance at Angel (who quickly solemn-ified his expression). Ahem. Right.
The headmistress quickly notified her co-head down in the lab where she was headed and that Warren and Bishop had returned. When she and Cap got back to the school, they'd update the staff on what they'd figured out and maybe Crescent would've arrived by then and the 'cops' could make a new game plan.