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...that's sleazy. And I'm from Vegas, I know sleazy when I hear it. See it? No, suit -- what's your name? Stanley. Stanley, no offense, but that blazer screams 'Fed.' Not that way. Around back, cover the back door.
(Muffled sound - Kyle's shirt sleeve is rubbing against his mic as he slaps a hand to his face.)
You. Not-Stanley. Hank, okay, Hank. I'm going to scope out the front, just a walk-by. You're going to hang back until I get a sense of where the windows are.
(The conversation ends. Kyle is back.)
Heaven help me, I'm ordering people about. I don't even have a badge, guys.