"In a place like this, you might not have to wait long anyway," Arthur says before taking another bite, gingerly. He waits for Marco to finish eating and listens to his plan.

It's admittedly not a bad plan. Not perfect, but not bad, and will probably work for what they're doing. That's a terrible thought to have.

"I'd honestly prefer not drawing attention to the body, but it helps keep your cover," he gestures to the pizza. "It's your job."

He quickly finishes his slice and wipes his hands down on a nearby towel . "I'll help you. But first things first, you ever shot a gun before?"