You're trespassing. You gotta leave. Now.
Where did that come from?
Hello?
Yeah, just come on down.
I'm April Ryan, Warren's friend.
I don't know anybody named Ryan, so...how about fucking off.
Warren called you on my behalf. Warren Hughes? You know Warren, right?
Didn't I tell you to fuck off?
Yeah, but--
So fuck off already! Am I stuttering here? Jesus H Christ, you'd think that "fuck off" would be clear enough as it is for even a slag like you to understand.
I'm not a slag!
Ah, so you're a gangbanger. Baby, there ain't nothing here worth shit, and I got no beat with your posse. So fuck off.
No! No, I'm--
A corp. Yeah, I'd recognize a corp bitch anywhere. I'm legit, no funny stuff, got my corp permit two weeks ago. And I only do inventory by appointment, so call me.
Could you, like, shut up for just one second?
Like jacking in on a satellite conversation isn't in the fucking guidebook to good corporate surveillance?
You know, if the fate of two worlds didn't depend on me, I'd tell you to go straight to hell.
Blow me, baby. Blow me hard.
Oh, you're such a bastard. Listen, if I was out to arrest you, don't you think I'd have brought an army of corporate goons?
You got a point. April Ryan, huh? Shit, my channel with Warren was scrambled anyway -- top-of-the-line African scrambler, fucking impossible to hack unless you're the Flipper...
You're telling me that...that you knew who I was the whole time? Are you a psychopath or something?
I'm April Ryan. I'm a friend of Warren's, who, apparently, is a friend of yours, and he called you a short while ago to let you know he's cashing in on a favor. Does any of this ring a bell?
Ring a bell? Ding-dong, the witch is dead? Yeah, it fucking rings a bell, but not the bell you'd like to hear. Think I was born yesterday?
Chill!
Corps always underestimate the Flipper. Like I bite because I see a babe in tight pants? I think not.
Sure, babe. Hold on.
