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The meds are in the underground warehouse, sir.

As you instructed, we imitated them, set up a bomb, caused a little bit of chaos, and got the stuff.

Good...

You don't look happy, sir.

We need to get rid of the stuff... It's hard to not leave a trail, even if we change the packaging and sell it on the black market.

You think it'll get tracked down?

I got word that Rhodes Island sent someone with an... atypical background to make the delivery.

I noticed. The man looked familiar...

But old Pancho is in jail, and his people are scattered. Just being his son won't carry much influence.

Not necessarily. Someone from the city council let slip that Candela is looking for a successor, and the kid is a candidate.

But I thought Pancho and Candela...

Candela cares more about ability than a personal grudge.

What can we do?

Reynell's secretary shared some resources with us the last time he came by.

Yes... a few shops and warehouses.

Wasn't there a warehouse that belonged to a pharmaceutical company?

Yes.

One box of meds more or less won't catch their attention.

You mean, pin it on Reynell?

That's not how I would put it. They came asking for our help. It's only natural that we asked for something in return.

Apologies for keeping you waiting, Señor Ernesto.

No problemo, I just got here.

Excuse me, one...

I got your drink, Señor Burke. A double, right?

I'm glad you still remember what I like, after so much time away.

Our time together was much longer.

Here's your coffee.

Thanks. Mm... everything is just right.

After you left, there was no one who could take care of things like you could. Young people these days...

Have patience. You can change quickly in an environment like that.

By the way, Lady Candela wanted me to give you this document.

Document? Does she want me to do something for her?

No, it's what you're looking for.

I haven't even said why I'm here today.

Lady Candela knows the exact moment that you entered Dossoles. She knows that your shipment was stolen, and that you're anxious to get it back.

This is a record of all unusual traffic and cargo movement, including locations and persons involved.

I don't know how I can thank her.

No need for thanks, just don't forget us.

*cough* *cough*...

There's more dust here than cargo.

What's your mission, Ela?

The stuff here has been stuck in the warehouse for the past six months, with only a single watchman keeping an eye on it.

That's like an invitation for people to help themselves.

Yes, Miłosz says there are reports of stolen goods every day.

Are we tracking down where they went?

No, it's normal for stuff to go out, but yesterday the watchman got a call to expect a delivery of medicine.

Miłosz is suspicious and wants us to investigate.

Hostile intent?

Hard to say. I don't know what they would want with a warehouse like this.

Maybe Miłosz just wanted an excuse to get you and Shuhrat out of the way now that he finally has time to get something done with Reynell.

All he needs to do is ask, and I won't go within a kilometer of either of them.

You really don't like him, do you?

I just don't like having to watch him play golf on the balcony every day.

At least he kept his promise to behave.

This is where the clues from the document lead, but...

But it's just an old run-down warehouse.

There's a shipment of medicine coming to the warehouse in a bit. Let's see if it's the one we're looking for.

Only one watchman at the warehouse. No threat.

Once the truck comes in, Tecno is going to turn off the security systems and let us go in to check it out.

Well, we still have to wait...

(Yawns)

*yawn* Sleepy...

When is that shipment going to arrive?

I can't believe they're actually sending someone to inspect it. What for? The weather is so good, I just want to find a beach to lie down on, have a cup of coffee, listen to a song or two.

Dancing a soundless tango at night♪

Where's the CD? Ah.

Dancing a soundless tango at night♪

I can't see your face, only the warmth of your hand♪

Now <i>this</i> is life.

(He's not even trying...)

(If you want to sleep so badly, I'll lend you a hand.)

Oomph...

That was easy. Let's see, where are the controls?

I thought there was just one manager. Why are there four people here? Who are they?

The security systems are down. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that we know those meds are the ones we're looking for.

The bad news is that Reynell's bodyguards are here. Four of them, all in the warehouse.

I thought nobody ever came here.

Well, we've got a disadvantage in numbers... can you cut the lights, Tecno? Arleta and I might be able to sneak in under the cover of darkness.

Sure, I could try...

It's off.

Alright, we're moving.

Well, this guy knows how to live alright. Music and coffee... is that this year's crop?

(Sniffs)

It smells good…

Ouch! Too hot!

Shoot, spilled it all over the keyboard.

Where's a napkin when you need it?!

She stops at the sound of springs pushing a plastic cover open.

She hastily lifts her arm and sees an indicating light glowing green next to the keyboard. Below it is a tag that reads—

'Broadcasting.'

When is it coming?

Don't worry, we have time.

I guess that's normal for an old warehouse like this.

Dancing a soundless tango at night♪

I can't see your face, only the warmth of your hand♪

Fuze, check out the control room.

In a dark corner♪

You step on my toes, but I'm head over heels♪

Shouldn't have drank that stupid cup of coffee!

(Someone's coming...)