[ Harold was already scouting ahead visually as best he could between jumps once given the go-ahead. Being asked about an acronym like a pop quiz leaves him fully nonplussed, brain scrambling to go in a completely different direction. ]
... Normally I would say the ISO country code for Portugal. As an acronym? [ Trust Harold to be pedantic about use of the word acronym. He sounds vague and uncertain as he says, ] Pension Risk Transfer?
[ He uses his covers as a boring finance person regularly, he'd studied up for it.
Harold files away a mental note about the odd question and moves on to addressing their immediate situation again. He does, actually, come up with extraction plans on the fly for John on a near-daily basis, so although he's woefully limited here, not sitting surrounded by computers rife with maps and camera feeds, it doesn't take him long. Given the urgency he should explain his plan more succinctly, but Harold sure is Harold and goes through the mental reasoning out loud. ]
I would say we have three minutes until they catch up to us. So long as the mass and not the dimensions are what's relevant, and you can teleport several times in quick succession, I suggest you move us down the main thoroughfare by way of the lamp posts. They look to be roughly 150 kilograms and you can pick the furthest one you see while replacing the one you just left.
[ Perhaps Harold guessing about the mass thing makes sense with this hint that he's a math nerd. ]
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... Normally I would say the ISO country code for Portugal. As an acronym? [ Trust Harold to be pedantic about use of the word acronym. He sounds vague and uncertain as he says, ] Pension Risk Transfer?
[ He uses his covers as a boring finance person regularly, he'd studied up for it.
Harold files away a mental note about the odd question and moves on to addressing their immediate situation again. He does, actually, come up with extraction plans on the fly for John on a near-daily basis, so although he's woefully limited here, not sitting surrounded by computers rife with maps and camera feeds, it doesn't take him long. Given the urgency he should explain his plan more succinctly, but Harold sure is Harold and goes through the mental reasoning out loud. ]
I would say we have three minutes until they catch up to us. So long as the mass and not the dimensions are what's relevant, and you can teleport several times in quick succession, I suggest you move us down the main thoroughfare by way of the lamp posts. They look to be roughly 150 kilograms and you can pick the furthest one you see while replacing the one you just left.
[ Perhaps Harold guessing about the mass thing makes sense with this hint that he's a math nerd. ]