INT. NILS' COMM ROOM

Nils is sitting at a comm unit, his shoulders hunched over, his hand holding onto a mic like his life depends on. He is alone in the room, eerily illuminated by the glow of the large screens before him.

NILS: You guessed right. I sent 'im. (VO radio): Why didn't you notify me? I need to be in know about such things.

NILS: We agreed a dog's age ago to keep our comms to a minimum. Every micro second of every wave exposes us, no matter how good the crypto.

(VO radio): Don't nobody know that better'n me. (beat) We need to be workin' in concert if this plan's to have any chance. How am I supposed to back up our boys if I don't know who the gui they are? NILS: You ain't, and that's the point. You and I need to let out the leash on this op for the moment. It's in our boy's hands for now. Too many of us get directly involved, it'll compromise the whole damn thing. Let 'im be, and do not follow. When he makes the drop...

(VO radio):If he makes it...

NILS: Faith, partner. When he makes it, the time for all this cloak 'n dagger will be through.

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