"Those are not toys," Kheshig said, with a hint of whiny indignation in his voice. He did not understand why so many of these westerners referred to his creations as mere 'toys'. He could understand it coming from his civilian acquaintances; to them he showed the whimsical and pointless creations every time anyone asked about his hobby and life beyond work. It was a convenient way of explaining away his rare public appearances and lack of a social life. However, coming from his fellow agents, that felt like an insult, though it was certainly not said that way. Maybe there was something he was not getting. It had only been barely a year since he stepped onto British soil, and colloquialisms were still something he was getting used to.

They had entered the city proper, and now Kheshig slowed down slightly. He wanted to be careful to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. "A well-timed kiss indeed," he muttered to himself. If things did go south, it would do so quickly and spectacularly, and he doubted Birdseed's ability to pull off her plan in such a short time frame. Of course, he was willing to be surprised, and had every faith that she knew what she was doing. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the grenades Birdseed had packed. "Now that is a plan I agree with." He said, no small amount of approval in his voice. 

He pulled over by the sidewalk once they were around eight or nine blocks away from the flower shop. "This is where we split up." He said. "I will drive around and park at the back. Position will be relayed to the two of you later on during exfiltration. May speed and skill grace your actions."

Once the car doors were shut, he drove off, speaking into the radio once again. "This is callsign Kheshig. Callsigns Condor and Birdseed have dismounted and are foot-mobile towards target building. Break. ETA on my arrival, five mikes, repeat, fiver mikes. Over."