[There's no plan, but that's not something he's going to tell Victor goddamn Sullivan. Still wearing the edge of that glowering expression, Charlie brushes what left of his shredded napkin into a neat pile before he impatiently pulls his tablet back.]

I'm putting in for a mission this afternoon. I'll add you to the roster. Once we have the details, we'll rendezvous at our flat [--'our' said in a way that seems to explicitly cut Sully out with an added pointed glance in Chloe's direction--] and from there we'll have a maybe two hours to cram some planning in before we hit the ground.

[He graces Sully with a benevolent smile. See, he can play nice.] So keep a bag packed.