The Throwaways Page #3

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you are going to have to

deal with real people.

Fine.

But I get to choose the rest of the team.

Because if Tom Slick chooses the team,

I'm gonna be surrounded by frat boys

with firm handshakes and five-year plans.

Fine, I'll get you the dossiers

on 20 of our top agents, and you pick.

I don't want your dossiers,

I can hack your personnel files.

- And I sure as sh*t don't want your top 20.

- Why, why, why?

Because it's full

of fast-trackers and yes-men, okay?

No, I've got an algorithm.

It will choose the best

team scientifically.

You picked these guys?

They're throwaways,

they're finished, washed up.

I mean, maybe they'll use

them for suicide missions.

The numbers don't lie.

This job, these are the best people.

Have you read their files?

Yeah, I glanced at them.

Dan Fisher.

He managed to roid-rage his way

into blowing every one of his missions.

He was kicked back to making copies

in the embassy sub-basement.

- Amalgamated vending.

- Yes.

Machine number zero, eight, nine, six...

Thank you for calling with your concern.

All of our operators are busy right now.

Estimated hold time is 47 minutes.

All you have to do is insert the

change, press the button then, wow,

fresh snacks.

Hello!

Gloria Miller.

Swallow.

Oh, come on, don't call her that.

- What's a swallow?

- He's right.

It's just a disgusting term

the KGB used to use.

She's actually an agent who uses

special weapons to get intelligence.

Special weapons?

Another happy customer, huh, Miller?

Screw you, Langstrom.

Listen, I got a lead from him on Ukraine.

An FSB operative

is coming in from Moscow tomorrow night.

- And maybe I could intercept...

- We can take it from here.

Dmitri Stanislov.

Former KGB.

He speaks Russian.

Yeah. According to

his S.O., he's not good for anything else.

You.

You commie.

He was on that failed Ukrainian

Ministry Building run last month.

You left me.

I got cavity searched

in a Ukraine prison because of you.

F***.

Dmitri!

No, because of you.

You were late.

Dmitri, get back here!

You blew the mission, not me.

Because of me?

Okay, no, guys, guys.

You need to settle down.

Well, you picked them. Go brief them.

I said, get up and go f***ing brief them.

I ought to kill you right here.

Oh, come on.

You left me! I want an apology!

You left me! I want an apology!

You were late.

Hey!

Hi.

I see you've been acquainted.

Yeah, so, thank you

for coming on such short notice.

Who the hell are you?

I'm... I'm Drew.

Are you intelligence or an intern?

I'm, uh, just... I'm, you know, just me.

A private contractor of sorts.

What do you do exactly?

Well, that's difficult

to describe, you know.

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