There. Time. He sends Ronan's message, then tosses the phone aside. All that's left now is to take his helmet back from Ronan's hands, carefully place it on his head and seal it in place. He lifts the hood of the cowl, steps back and admires his work with a wild rush of satisfaction, then gives Ronan the first nudge to turn towards the door and stride out.

To the casual observer, the masked man from earlier will be leaving the Black Box, tailed at a short distance by another figure in black— easily assumed to be one of the operation's heavies.