The moment he was out of the bus, Leon started taking stock of the situation. For too long, he'd let Callen and Morgan run the show in the name of plausible deniability, but not anymore. These were his people, and things would go back to the way they were supposed to be.
"Mr. Beale," he said as he got closer to the man, "start switching all the money into the accounts we discussed, nothing in Hetty's." He didn't wait for a reply. Now was not the time for pleasantries.
"Mr. Kinney, put the bus back where you got it. Ms. Blye, see if you can put the wires back so no one knows we took it." He might have been a politician, but he also was a field agent. He'd played spy both when there were still communist forces at play and with the new international terrorism. He'd done it as a military man, as an NCIS man and even as a sounding board for the CIA. This was something that you didn't forget.
"Listen up, we've got less ten minutes. We put the injured all the way to the back. Doctor, set up a triage area, get anyone you need to help. Anyone not injured who was a civilian at home in the middle, help doctor Kepner with anything she needs. Guns to the front of the truck. Let's move it people. The longer we stay, the longer we risk getting discovered."