"Southeast. Hold on, the rent-a-thugs are gettin' chatty."

He flips channels, then speaks in a harsh whisper. "Listen, assholes. If any one of you says another thing on this line besides 'done' and 'out,' you won't live to regret it."

"Fuck you, imPort. We know our jobs."

"If you did, you'd understand radio silence on a fucking stealth mission, shitbag. Shut it."

A beat, to make sure they go about shutting it, then a flip back to Blake's line.

"Got one more left. Any sign of being spotted? I'm lookin' at the central guard towers and they look like they're still snoozin'."