*is already dialing his own house* It's bad. *looking distinctly rattled (I was so sure)* Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Two points make a line, not a pattern.
*hears one of his men greet him by name and focuses his attention on the phone* *repeating briskly (and whether or not his theory's a good one, he knows he's spreading his men and women thin but after all, his is just a house and at any rate, he isn't there)* The Harp is on fire. Send two teams, half and half, hazards, Wellspring-12, the works. *half-expects this order to be questioned and then wonders why*