"That will work." He said without really considering it.

Chris's eager need to please and his quick movements were a fine distraction. He indulged in looking for a moment more, then turned his attentions on what needed done. He walked closer to the Humvee, all too comfortable soaked in blood while he surveyed the motel. It didn't take long. Then he turned back to Chris. Blonsky's voice was focused, entirely the Captain giving out orders.

"Siphon the gas from our old car and spread it about. Wherever you think is best. I want a smoking goddamn crater by this time tomorrow. Can't have the fire going out while we're gone. Resources limited, but I know you'll get it done. Meanwhile," he nodded toward another room. "I need to wash all this off."

He walked away a few steps before he glanced back over his shoulder. "Try not to let your mind wander..."

A playfulness there but also a promise. If their time hadn't been so limited, he would've dragged Chris in with him, willing or not. But there was work to be done, and fun would have to wait.