Opus 32 (8K Compressed)

You're under arrest. Get down. Open up that hatch.

Now put your hands back up on the plane. Spread 'em.

Hold it right there. Don't make a move.

Well?

Fuckin fortune cookies.

Shit.

The information was correct.

Just as I thought.

You know what to do now.

Make it clean.

Absolutely clean.

Done.

Everything alright?

Of course.

I hope so, Lily.

I really wouldn't want anything to interfere with our relationship.

After all these years, Sid, don't you trust my capabilities?

I'm not a man of trust, Lily.

We have a lot riding on this deal.

Relax, Sid. Everything is going according to plan.

Well, for your sake, it better be.

Don't worry.

Hey King, Hey King, come in.

Peaking here, over.

Anything happening there?

Nothing much shaking here, boss.

A Chinese woman humped Rosen, then got a call that was too short to trace, over.

Look, it's raining.

I wonder why they made those shipments in that private plane.

Well, that is a strange one. They changed that shipment while you were on delivery.

To what?

Who knows? Well, you've been there as long as I have. You'd expect fallops.

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