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Door slams**

[Frykowski] – What the fuck happened in there! It’s like they knew we were coming!

[Donaldson] – Calm down, alright? We don’t know anything yet. For all we know the tip on the security system was-

[Frykowski] – Somebody fucking talked!

[Smith] – He’s right, calm down. We have to figure out what happens next. No doubt the flight plan is bust now.

[Frykowski] – I’ll tell you what happens next…

[Donaldson] – What the fuck are you doing! Put that away, now, before you try something you’re going to regret.

[Frykowski] – Fuck you! I’m about sick of both of you and your uppity high-and-mighty bullshit. What? You think I’m new to this? You think I woke up fucking yesterday?

[Donaldson] – I knew this punk was going to be a liability. Tell me, smart guy, how do I know you’re not the one who talked to them, huh? This pissy little bunch of theatrics, you have some fucking nerve, asshole. I took you in on this job. I stuck my fucking neck out for-

Gun discharges. Silence**

[Smith] – Just put it down, man. Come on, it doesn’t have to be this way…

[Frykowski] – It was you, wasn’t it! What are you, a fucking cop? I can’t believe this shit. I can’t believe I trusted you-

Multiple shots exchanged**

[Frykowski] – Fucking piece of shit… Fuck… that hurts…

Audible gurgling. Footsteps echo louder as Frykowski approaches Officer Smith.**

[Frykowski] – Look at you now… Big-boy-badge-of-the-year, I’ll bet…

Rustling microphone**

[Frykowski] – Oh, shit…

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