Oliver was only halfway through the door when Owen's words sank in. It caused his entire body to slow as his gaze moved to the blond, the shock managing to stave off the rage for a heartbeat. Every hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he could feel his body tense, either to slug Owen in goddamn lying face, or bolt after Simms the second he tried to step away. Because, no. After that morning he didn't trust Owen as much as he had only twenty four hours earlier. Considering they'd only just finished laying out a plan less than five minutes earlier he couldn't think of any goddamn reason why it would have changed between now and then. Except Owen hadn't intended to go along with it to begin with.
"Yeah, Owen," he finally chimed in, his voice only just managing to be on the civil side of a growl, his laser-focused gaze shifting between the other officer and Simms, still trying to decide how he was prioritizing that first lunge. "What are we doin'?"