Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's OK. Danger's my birthright. Sorry.
- That sounds like fun. - Except the Anya part and the poker part.
They seem...
what do you wanna do now?
Nothing.
- What did they tell you it was for? - Didn't.
With Riley and some other guys.
- I've left Beta team to comb... - Riley, something's happened.
That's OK. I...
- How could this happen? - She was a very special girl.
I don't know what to say.
You can't take that home. That's classified material. Highly sensitive.
Well, the thing is,
She's dead, Riley.
That's right. I'm back, and I'm a bloody animal.
Much as it pains me to say it,
I don't know, maybe I could have stopped her. It's hard not to blame myself.
- About $20,000. - It's a prototype for a com-cam.
Not until those bastards undo whatever they did to me, put me back the way I was.
She already holds too much influence over Riley - over Agent Finn.
This is Graham, this is Forrest, that's Kevin, and that's Jay in the back.
You made me lose count. What are you still doing here?
Anya seems a bit on edge.
Threaten me.
If I'm gonna operate, I need you anaesthetised. This'll take time.
- Hang on. Got somethin'. - Target?
You'll rendezvous with them at these coordinates.
Unless it is. I mean, can you guys fly? At night. With those jet-pack things?
That's us. Let's go.
Yeah. Yes. It's very clean.
"Tropo, strato, meso, aero, iono, exo..."