Jesus… Fuck. Clear. Clear! Fuck! We’re too late. He’s gone. Hotel security, this is FBI Agent Anderson… we have a stage 4 security breach. I need all entries and exits to the hotel completely locked down. I got the package. What’s the drop point? Jesus! Fuck! Hey! [Radio] “Three, check in.” [Radio] “Three, what’s your status?” [Radio] “Target is lost!” I got him! I got him! He’s running down the back alley! Tyson? You made a big mistake, Raven. And now your ass is gonna pay for it. Come on, Tyson… You’ve been in this game long enough to know not to take things personal. You had the right skill set for the job… … and I needed the data on that hard drive, I saw your picture on those files. You only needed that data to see how much dirt they had on you. You and your corrupt agent cronies. The information on that drive is vital to our national security. If that fell into the wrong hands, do you even understand the shit that this agency would be dealing with!? Bull-shit, Raven. The only security you care about is your own. That’s why you tried killing me, you son of a bitch! You were scared shitless that I knew too much and you were trying to tie up your “loose ends.” There’s no place for emotion in the field, Tyson… only carefully calculated decisions. You of all people should understand that. Well in that case, putting a bullet through your heart won’t be very hard, will it? [sigh]… Goddamit… How does it feel to be on the wrong side of the crosshairs, Raven? Try your 11 O’Clock, 23 floors up. Pretty tough shot from up there… I don’t think you have the balls to kill me. Only one way to find out. That’s the type of decision you have to live with for the rest of your life. Can you stomach that, Tyson? Yeah… I didn’t think so. I’m out of here. I don’t have time for this bullshit. Goodbye, Raven. No! Tyson, wait! Stomach that, you piece of shit!