As usual, Al was deeply impressed by his co-workers, even if he was somewhat aghast at the way Solo referred to some sort of specific hex as though there was some universal nomenclature that any professional would be familiar with. It was growing more and more obvious that this entire vocation had sold its soul lock, stock and barrel to the Adversary.
But as far as Isaint's collection of fake ammo went, he'd reconciled himself to that a while ago. And now it looked like it'd come in handy.
"So how 'bout this - Isaint heads out after his quarry now - Nitro, you got eyes on, right? - the rest of us leave in five, stack in the lobby until we git the all clear. Now the tricky part is, we wanna talk ta this guy, but we can't wait for him ta sleep anything off. If'n you can do 'im an' keep 'im fit ta walk, hurt, an' talk, more's the better, cuz time, she ain't on our side."
He turned to Solo: "Reckon you can't go huntin' cuz you gotta figure out our matrix meet spot inna next few minutes so I can call Dragon Lady fer our meet with her that's gon' be in fourteen minutes from now. So ever'one pack up - Goodbye, we goin' good-bye - where to?"