I'm going into the Drapers' lair.
That's not a lair, it's an office, and no you're not.
Oh yes I am. Listen, I'm a little scared, you wouldn't want me to get hurt would you?
Don't bet on it. Why the Drapers?
A hunch. They're key in this somehow.
You think they hired Silva?
Well, they certainly look the part.
Why the hell didn't you call Cho?
You were closer.
Call Cho. I'm not even armed.
More lies! You have at least two guns in that car. Three?! You're the poster girl for the NRA.





