Frank: Jensen. I'd appreciate it if you instructed your street informants to use more conventional means of contacting you. Adam: What are you talking about, Pritchard?
Frank: I mean, I found a message stapled to your door. "Cholo, Alley off Bagley Avenue. Ezekiel." How cryptic.
Adam: That's near Sarif HQ. I'll look into it. Oh, and it's 'cholo.'
Adam: How can I help you, Francis?
Frank: You know why I'm contacting you.
Adam: The transmission that's making a mockery of your security efforts?
Frank: It's keeping a back door open into our network! None of us are secure unless you find the antenna that's sending it and shut it down!
Adam: For you, anything.
Man 1: Keep out of this, hanzer! Get lost! Come on! Come on! Gone. Taught that bastard a lesson. Keep out of this, hanzer! Get lost! Keep running ass hole! Turn around, this doesn't concern you.
Hobo: Look at you, all aug-ed up. Can you fly with all that stuff?
Man 2: Keep out of this, hanzer! Get lost! Shit, where is he? Gone.Let's see if he has the balls to come back in.
Man 3: There' s more of this to come followers, so stay logged in. And if you're just joining us [inaudible 00:05:44].