Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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