— The Bureau owns a lot out in East LS. Covington Supplies, off El Rancho. Can you take us there?
— Yeah, sure. Sounds nice and secluded. Kind of place you'd run an off the books operation, huh?
— So what?
— So, I bet "Federal" ain't on the deed, that's so. And we all like our Federal government open and transparent.
— Except when closed and opaque suits you better.
— Hey, I'm just a puppet, you're the one pulling the strings. Nice car. The tax payer's treating you right.
— I need you to make a couple of calls... get some people on board... First guy is Franklin Clinton.
— Hey, I barely know that kid. He's fixing up my car.
— Call him or we'll send some G-men to his aunt's house.
— Okay. Okay. [Michael calls to Franklin]
— Michael, this ain't the best time. I'm kind of busy.
— Hey, sorry about that. Listen, you know that thing we talked about before? It's happening. I need you to come to a lot of El Rancho, not far from where we met before.
— Alright, that's cool. I'm in LS anyway.
— Now Trevor Philips. Oh, you're crazy, I ain't calling him.
— I thought you might say that, so we had him picked up.
— That's a dumb move, Dave. Real f***ing dumb.
— Just worry about the plan, okay? Getting Mr. K out of the IAA Station. Clinton is going to be positioned across the street, keeping an eye on the proceedings. Philips flies you in, you rappel down, make the extraction.
— And I'm the best guy you got for this?
— With you, we've got good leverage.
— Great! And you brought Trevor in? We're telling him I'm all cozy with the FIB?
— You'll need discreet support — we'll mantain control of the situation.
— Discreet? Control? Yeah, good luck controlling discreet Trevor. I wonder how controllable and discreet he'll be when he sees the guy who killed me, and put Brad in jail.
— Maybe I'll hang back. Yeah. That might be a good idea. You know what, you better keep a low profile. Yeah I think I will, see you later.