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He is the real deal. It's super impressive. - And he's so into you! - You really know your stuff. I mean, if you're not interested, I know I might be. Fill your boots. Where's the paradox? What are you doing? -Well, I need to make Orson sound like Greg's lawyer. -Why? Because Ben Harris is dead, and we need him alive for the arms deal. Ben Harris is dead? When did that happen? And who killed him? That's not something you need to worry about, Danny. You need to worry about how much longer we have until we're found out. Found out? I know you're having a billionaire love affair. It's very sweet. But we have about 20 minutes before Greg's security blows our fucking brains out.
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
42.6s
Aren't you gonna ask why I'm here? No, I'm fucking not, because you're not staying. Wouldn't be here if it wasn't serious. I don't care how fucking serious it is. I'm on holiday, and I'm not interested in working at the moment. There's a price to pay for possessing a unique set of skills, being as brilliant as you are, and please don't take this the wrong way, as a private contractor, your government pays you handsomely for. I'm ignoring this apparition. I'm talking to an empty space. You're going home. And I'm gonna meet my girlfriend... at the bar. Ah, yes. About that girlfriend of yours. It seems as though she's not just your girlfriend. But don't worry, we'll fly her home first class.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
41.3s
Yes, I understand, sir. But when you cut back on his expenses and created a mental health department, it was a perfect storm. He's trained to exploit every system presented, which is why he is the very bicycle courier you require. Where is he? Well, it's funny you should say that, sir. He is on one of his, uh, rehabilitation retreats. Yes, you are paying for that, sir, but don't worry. I think I can pull him in. The fuck are you doing here, Nathan? Everything all right, Orson? No, it's not. I'm supposed to be on holiday, and you're supposed to be 4,000 miles in that direction. Actually, it's 3,000 miles in that direction. But whatever. -Mind if I come in? -Yes, I fucking do.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre