Very quickly.
Time came to twelve o'clock at night.
It was almost time for the "Frigatebird" power to take action. Jimmy Ward sat in the chair, playing with his ring, listening to the information coming from his earpiece, not talking and keeping his head down. A moment passed before he spoke quietly.
"No suspicious points. The plan is to proceed as usual."
"If nothing goes wrong, you should see your mother tonight."
"Thanks."
Boris Koch let out a sigh of relief: "Do we owe you a favor for this?"
"You?"
Jimmy Ward raised an eyebrow, looking at Boris with a smile, "Don't say that kind of ridiculous thing again. Your favor is worthless. I want the favor of Carl Jacob Company, not yours."
"You don't need to thank me, you can try thanking Carl Jacob Company. Although, to Carl Jacob Company, your gratitude probably doesn't have any value."
"Really lucky kids."
He shook his head, closed his eyes with a sentimental look, and enjoyed this moment of peace, not talking.