Clint nodded from his place by the door. If all went well he wouldn't be needed, otherwise he'd be able to handle anything that comes to crash the party. He mulled the situation over in is head, how long it would take to move a sizable amount of loot over and how long it would take rescue to arrive.

"Will you need me to disable their engines or something? Might make them a little more open to dealing with us and slow down any pursuit after the fact. Hell, We could tell them to jump into the escape pods so that any rescuers have to waste time picking them all up."

He'd always thought a picture of a burning ship might make a good contrast to all of the scenic stuff on his wall, really highlight his skill set a bit.