"Yes - Yes!" Much started scrambling. What did he need - his go bag, waiting by the door. Shoes, running shoes. Protective clothing and weapons because Tuck was bait and this was undoubtedly a trap but fucked if he wasn't going to take the chance anyway. Alan. "ALAN!" he hollered through Alan's bedroom door on his way past. "Where are you, Tuck, what can you tell me?"