Townsend's brow knits, and he scoots his chair back away from his desk, standing up to bend and peer hard out the window into the rising dusk.
Without rising or looking back at the men, he gestures for someone, anyone really, to join him at the window. When someone does, he points to a spot in the distance where two men linger on a rooftop.
"When those two drop, that's your cue to vacate." A glance to whoever's joined him, then back to the men on the rooftop. Making sure he's following Townsend's gaze. That's the best answer he's got, to 'how long'.
Then he heads back over to sink down in his chair. One of them can keep an eye out, they're the ones who aren't supposed to be here.
"Not much you can do to help me," he says. He doesn't sound too upset about that. Like he's long since accepted it, and it's wasting precious time to try. "Why not cut to the heart of it? Tell me what you broke all the way in here to ask me."
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Without rising or looking back at the men, he gestures for someone, anyone really, to join him at the window. When someone does, he points to a spot in the distance where two men linger on a rooftop.
"When those two drop, that's your cue to vacate." A glance to whoever's joined him, then back to the men on the rooftop. Making sure he's following Townsend's gaze. That's the best answer he's got, to 'how long'.
Then he heads back over to sink down in his chair. One of them can keep an eye out, they're the ones who aren't supposed to be here.
"Not much you can do to help me," he says. He doesn't sound too upset about that. Like he's long since accepted it, and it's wasting precious time to try. "Why not cut to the heart of it? Tell me what you broke all the way in here to ask me."