He fumes when he gets picked up. Flying was never as stealthy as people thought. Because there were more shadows to hide in on the rooftops and any movement was often attributed to stray animals but flying...well that was hard to attribute to just a bird and besides, no shadows to hide in.
But this guy clearly didn't listen. So Robin reaches up to grip the guys shoulders, swings his feet to get some momentum, and then flips onto Varon's back. Well now he felt like some weird surfer but it was better than being carried around at least. From his position crouching on the guy's back, Thomas gives the directions they need and makes Varon stop about a block away from their destination.
"I'm going to try and put this in a way you understand it." Deep breath again. "Our valient mission is in two parts. First, I shall venture into the den of our enemy and scout the premises. There I shall make arrangements for the destruction of the highly illegal and unsafe cache of weaponry. Once complete, I shall leave the premises, without alerting any of our foes, and it will be your turn. Listen carefully. You will evacuate all people and animals, kittens take priority, so as to preserve their lives in the event of any accidents. I will set off the destructive measures. Then you shall take the pile of evidence I will give you and place it at the entrance of the former dwelling we just vanquished. We shall repeat these steps at another few locations until most of the illegal firearms stored in this city are taken care of and..." Cringe again. "Justice is victorious."
"Any questions?" Should be simple enough, a quick in and out. He sets up the explosives, Varon on evac, then blow the place, leave the evidence and move on. If they're fast enough Thomas may be able to keep his sanity.
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