Will gulped the mouthful he'd been chewing, and it went down kinda painfully, but sacrifices had to be made. "How the fuck-" he burst out, but questions could be asked later. Time was of the essence now.
"So we have the jump on her? Does she know about me?" he asked, striding out of the room, heading towards what he affectionately referred to as "the armoury". What would be the best tactic? He'd need a blade just in case, no way was he going out without a blade. "Do we have time to call Rob?"