"Sounds like your area of expertise, Matchstick. I don't think Teenage King will be up to it." Codenames were worth it just for that one alone. "I'll move into the Green Section, then." The grounds, in other words. He checked around for a few minutes, but there didn't seem to be signs of any kind except for a few squirrels and a dozing bird.

He was just about to leave when he spotted a flash of pink in the tree. Was that--? Yes it was. Thatch grinned.

"Target spotted." He murmured. "Convene at Blue Minuet. Make sure she's fired up and ready to go." He turned the walkie talkie off, stuffing it, and his hands, into his pockets before pacing up to Espio and peering up at him innocently.

"Good evening, Sweetheart. Have any thrilling plans for tonight?"