He slips his thumbnail in his mouth, between his teeth, as he stares out the window thoughtfully, empty coffee cup in his other hand. "Good thing I brought all my stuff," he laughs, mostly to himself. Because he knows exactly how to blow up a building full of servers in a way that looks like an accident.

Servers are tricky things. they get a little too hot and they melt down. They start fires. "This is exactly why I wanted thermite for Christmas last year."

That and he wanted to take it out to the range to see what he could melt with it.

The answer?

Everything.