Cath had said he'd speak to the boy. Which he was doing. He didn't appreciate Sean second guessing him when he'd been given a task. Especially when there were less reliable and sensible people to be fussing after. Like the lady barrister who talked too bloody much. Saints, he hoped no one gave her a bloody weapon.
"We were screwed the second people started disappearing, mate," he pointed out dryly. "And the girl just delivered a bloody bombshell. She found the weapons in the missing security's rooms. Which means since the rest of them disappeared, they may be loose as well. Joining us in the room search?"