It should have been so simple. It was always so simple when he did it alone. That being said, there wasn't ever a smoking hot conduit 'assisting' in his own personal way, and he could have always had his angels doing everything without any sort of hesitation. But with Delsin running about, shooting smoke bombs at everyone, things got...troublesome. And fast.

"Delsin, lure them outside. My angels can't get to them from here." He's sitting at the several monitors, all facing the car ramps where a few conduits were being held, and trying to watch for every vantage point he can find. But each one keeps getting destroyed by that spontaneous variable, and he's making it very difficult for his angels to work.

"What was that, Gameboy? Can't hear you over all this action I'm getting. Really, you should come out more. Enjoy the life of the party, huh?" He laughs a little, and it makes him sink down a little at his desk, uneasy about the whole situation.

"Just..focus on what you're doing, okay? I need a good shot if I'm going to be able to get the crate outside, without hurting anyone else. Could you at least clear some sort of path for me?"

Eugene will forever regret the following events. Especially when he sees part of the cement being blown apart, creating this huge gap for his angels to easily fit in. And all he receives from the other line of the phone is that satisfied laugh.

"There you go, Eugene, buddy!" And even then, there's a mass of D.U.P. agents moving into formation, attacking not only his angels, but Delsin as well.

If he could have just stuck to the plan, everything wouldn't have ended up so complicated...