OK leans forward, ready to snap out the fact that he'd been in the process of fucking off when Ohio and his lambs came creeping up behind him, but their tiff is interrupted by Saunders taking the bait. Yes. Forget Ohio. What he needs to do is sink his hooks in to the weak one and get him to drop the package, then they can all go about their day. "Look at it! It's obviously a bomb! I work with them all the time, why do you think I'm here?"

Well, nobody knows. That's the problem, and OK is using it to his advantage. He may be a lying liar, but he sounds pretty damn sure of himself.

What he's not sure of, however, is if the stupid thing is worth this much trouble. OK scowls in Lane's direction, because that's exactly what they need, more bullshit hot on their trail. Since he's the one who noticed it first it's somehow his fault.

"Forget it." OK lowers his gun enough to make himself nonthreatening, waving the group away with a swing of one arm as he retreats further up the ramp, walking backwards. "Just get the fuck out of here."

Except they all need to go in the same direction.

Fuck you, this is OK's hallway.