Percussion, frag.
Head towards the city. By the way, LA is a giant metropolitan area.
"... spec-a-lation."
... deployment plans, but names are written on little clipboards.
Can you get a wireless access point?
Agents transponders.
Bad-ass.
Levity? Unneeded.
Penthouse key.
Can't you wear a hat?
Neck shots are only when you miss the head.
Also, rub your fingerprints on as many surfaces as possible.
MacOS. Rock on.
292.162.12.2. Is 292 the new 555?
... Uh, because the gun isn't silenced?
And because you're trying to cover your tracks.
Take the gun, Wayne.
Wow, Diet Coke with Splenda tastes like Australian coke.
I like the news. Between 10 and 11. You know, the local LA news. The squirrel-riding-a-wakeboard Chet-the-weatherguy news.
Wow, the MacOS is really sophisticated. And Government-designed software has unneeded graphical glitz.
Higher-level access code. JJ72. I think someone likes Good Times.
"Redirected to an external socket." Even I don't know how to do that...
Laptop. Do they still call it that?
[8:28] Wayne Palmer's building. It's faint, it's likely in the underground parking garage. It's strong, she's on top of the building. It's regular strength, she's on floor eight.