"Good enough," he said resignedly, leading Ruth by the elbow towards the elevator banks that would take them downstairs. He tapped his communicator again and got on the Excalibur wavelength. "Excalibur, this is Wisdom. We have an imminent extraction up north. Anyone on the premises who's ready to go now report to the Blackbird immediately. That means now. Wisdom out." At this point, Pete didn't care who came or who didn't, although he sure as hell would prefer to face whatever was waiting for them up north with some battle ready backup rather than not. However, he wasn't going to wait for anyone's answer, and he wasn't going to admit any delays. By his calculations, their E.T.D. was under twenty-five minutes away. That was plenty of time for whoever was around to drop what they were doing and get their ass to the underground hangar.
Wild things happened at the Haven almost daily, but that didn't stop some people they ran into to widen their eyes comically upon seeing the spitfire man dragging Ruth along with a shotgun in his other hand. "Nothing to see here, folks. Woman under arrest for being too bloody sexy for her britches," he quipped at some of them, always making jokes even though his face was grim and determined. There was no sign of the happy-go-lucky Brit many of them had partied with at some point or another.