Jensen: Excuse me.
Bill Taggert: Mr Jensen, isn't it?
Isaias: Sir, you have that charity dinner?
Bill Taggert: In a moment, Isaias. I was hoping I might run into you, Mr. Jensen. Bill Taggert.
Jensen: The founder of the Humanity Front. I know who you are.
Bill Taggert: Yes. Yes, I imagine you do. As David Serif's top security man, I imagine you have quite the file on me. But I assure you, Mr. Jensen, I am devastated by recent events.
Bill Taggert: I do not support what you and your company are doing to mankind. I believe it is extremely dangerous. But abolishing human enhancement technologies will only be achieved through legal means.
Jensen: I'll keep that in mind.
Bill Taggert: This is your first day back since the accident six months ago, isn't it?
Isaias: Sir, we have to go.
Jensen: What happened to me was no accident.
Bill Taggert: Ah, my mistake. But it must have been stressful, facing down a second incident so soon. I imagine it brought back all kinds of unpleasant memories.
Jensen: My memories are none of your damn business, Taggert.
Bill Taggert: Did I hit a nerve? Forgive me, it's my nature as a psychologist, I suppose, to want to ask the difficult questions. You see, I find that ignoring them doesn't make them go away. You might want to keep that in mind. Now, if you'll be so kind as to excuse me?
Jensen: I'm curious about something Mr. Taggert. What is it you hope to accomplish by coming here tonight?
Bill Taggert: I would think that would be obvious. Your company has been viciously targeted. The violence and bloodshed that's occurred, it must be stopped. But I'm afraid it won't be until men of wisdom and understanding come to an agreement.
Jensen: About what?
Bill Taggert: About the future, Mr. Jensen. This enhancement technology threatens to change the course of human evolution. To redefine what it even means to be human. You think governments can afford to let that go unregulated?
Jensen: You can't stop progress, Mr. Taggert.
Bill Taggert: Perhaps not. But neither can we afford to sit by and watch it happen on it's own. Not when we have the ability, the collective will, and foresight to influence it.
Jensen: I see. Thank you for illuminating me.
Bill Taggert: Any time.
Jensen: You're Taggert's aide, aren't you? Dr Isaiah Sandoval, isn't it?
Isaiah: No need to play ignorant, Mr. Jensen. I am quite sure you have a file on me that's as thick as the one you have on Mr. Taggert.
Jensen: You're an outspoken activist in your own right, Dr. Sandoval.
Isaiah: When you have seen the things that I have, you find you have no choice but to stand up and be counted. Frankly, I am surprised an ex-cop like yourself isn't more disturbed by the dangers of this technology.
Jensen: Augmentations help a lot of people, Doc. Handicapped, war vets.
Isaiah: Yes, but at what cost? My own friend had his life ruined by these so-called enhancements of yours. A man much like you, who had no choice but to become augmented. Yet once he was, too much power can make you do terrible things, Mr. Jensen. I suggest you think long and hard on that.
Jensen: I'd like to hear more about your friend, Dr. Sandoval. What exactly did he do?
Jensen: Was he injured in the Gulf?
Isaiah: he went on a rampage in a shopping mall, if you must know. Hoping to be gunned down by the police, rather than face a lifetime battling augmentation addiction.
Jensen: He was addicted to augments?
Isaiah: They don't talk about it in those corporate brochures of yours, do they? Neuropozyne dependency. Rejection psychosis. Any number of physical and psychological ills have resulted from this technology, and yet we rarely hear a word about them.
Jensen: I'm sure the literature is out there.
Isaiah: No thanks to the throng of corporate lawyers attempting to stop it.
Jensen: Your friend. Did he succeed? Did he suicide-by-cop?
Isaiah: No. Bill Taggert talked him down.
Bodyguard 1: Real shame what happened at your factory tonight. My condolences.
Jensen: Athene, you've been at this company a long time.
Athene: I hope that's not a comment about my age, Adam.
Jensen: Never. I just know you've been here since the beginning. You know the boss.
Athene: David is David, Adam. Always has been. He believes in what we're doing here, and it gives him conviction. It also makes him rub some people the wrong way.
Jensen: You think there's something personal in this?
Athene: It's all personal to him. These attacks, the loss of his people, they hurt him, Adam. As much as any damage done to this company.
Jensen: I shouldn't have brought it up.
Athene: No. You shouldn't have. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy.
Man: Here, this is for you. It's a corporate passport, encoded with your biometrics. I've set up a false flag routing which should get you to Hengsha Island without any problems.
Jensen: You're sending me to China? What about FEMA?
Man: FEMA's got nothing to do with this, trust me. We'll have better luck in China.
Jensen: How can you say that? I saw the bastard who killed Megan pulling his men out of that facility. I left one of those men dead in it's underground storage bay.
Man: I know that, Adam. Frank was monitoring the whole thing. So I also know that before he died, that man gave you an address in China. I want you to check it out.
Jensen: That doesn't make any sense.
Man: Look, Adam. There's a reason this company's under attack. You think it has to do with the Typhoon, or with some other top secret military project that I haven't told you about.
Jensen: The thought had crossed my mind.
Man: Yeah, well it doesn't. The work Megan's team was doing before they were killed, it was redefining what it means to be human. This company, Serif Industries, was about to lead mankind to it's next stage in human development. Self-controlled evolution. Can't you see how scary that can be to some people?
Jensen: Sure. I also see how lucrative it can be for some others.
Man: It's never been about money for me, Adam. But you're right, there are people out there who don't exactly feel the same.
Jensen: Like who?
Man: I'm hoping you'll be able to find that answer for us in China. So get going. Faraidah's prepping the chopper. You have your orders, Adam. Meet Faridah at the helipad as soon as you're ready to leave.
Pritchard: Where the hell are you, Jensen? I haven't got all night.
Jensen: I told you, I had to brief Serif first.
Pritchard: I see. I guess I never realized how much of a brown-noser you were.
Jensen: I'm not a brown-noser, Francis. I just enjoy keeping you on edge.
Pritchard: Ten minutes, Jensen. Make it snappy.