Eliot's back stiffened. If this guy wanted a fight, he'd get a fight. The hostile tones had Eliot's skin crawling, gearing up for it.
"You'll have your shipment back within 72 hours." He shot Hardison a look, daring him to say otherwise. "Let's get the fuck out of here. We'll be in touch," he added with a pointed look at Jack. He was half hoping, and definitely expecting Jack to follow them out to the alley for a more physical confrontation.