Clint fully agrees with staggering their departures, it being something he’s recommended (and practiced) himself, and he’s planning to use the time to check over the weapons stash that’s slowly been accumulating box by box in the Clubhouse. Most of it’s stored in old REDimeal boxes along one wall, a sure problem if the space is discovered, but this is almost the most secure area in Alpha for Specials and they need to be available to all. If the place is found, they’re pretty much all dead anyway, at least.

He doesn’t manage to get far - a couple of steps at most - before Jack is tapping his shoulder and he turns back to the media personality. Media personality, god, what is his life. “What is it?” he asks, not agreeing to anything yet; never say yes before you know what someone wants. He’s got the feeling Jack will understand that, though.