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17.3s
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Confirm tracker in place. Why do I get the feeling we're not the only team in town? Can't be. I would know. Okay, that's odd. Either it's a glitch in the network or someone's-- someone is very good. In my experience, it's seldom the network. Who could do that?
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
32.2s
Marinate. And I'll see you in two minutes. Fine. So Orson will be heading your team. Will you be using John, the comms man? - Ah, sadly not, sir. - Isn't he the best? Well, he might be good... ...but he turned out to be something of a duplicitous snake. He went over to Mike Hook's team. Ah, Mike, the competition. Yes. Just on that note, sir, I do hope we won't be competing for the same prize on this mission with Mike. There is more than one security department in this government. Mike is on another job. Very good, sir.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
22.3s
Speaking of which, would you care to meet Trent and Arnold, who are both in biotech? I don't wanna be vulgar, but 22 billion, 17 billion. Sorry, boys, I didn't wanna be indiscreet, but, you know, facts are facts. And they're both sponsoring tonight's event. Hey. Big fan. Oh, thank you. Great cause. We try, you know.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
43.1s
In fact, on cue. -Think I got him. -About time. Hiding in that crocodile should be the drive. What's on the drive? We don't know. Orson, just remember he's a bagman. A retired professor, not a threat or a black belt in Mogadishu. I'll try not to frighten him to death. We just need to know who he's delivering it to. Whiz kid, what am I looking for? Brown hat, spectacles, crocodile-skin briefcase, upper level. He should be coming into your peepers now. I'm in his phone, and I'm gonna send him a message. "Car is delayed." You see him, sweetheart? Got him. Sending him to Luigi's Coffee Bar, ground floor. How do you know it's him? You dance, I'll play, remember? Jane, he's heading your way. In position. JJ, take the B stairs.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
33.6s
Is it the usual team? Minus John. Where's John? -John got poached. -By who? By "whom." Never mind. But I do mind. I know John. I like John. I trust John. He's a pro. Someone paying him more? Yes. If I asked, would you pay me more? -You can ask. -Will you pay me more? No. You're above that grubby self-interest. You're a patriot. And besides, no one gets treated like you get treated. When you say "you," you really mean you. Anyway, who's my footman? I found a splendid replacement. -What's his name? -Sarah Fidel.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre