[ Peter gestures up to the ceiling with a twitch of his head. ]

No cameras in here. If you haven't noticed, the shit Hock gets-- sorry. The shit Hock got up to in here, he obviously didn't want to leave any evidence of it. Suspect sound dampeners, too -- don't want the mics in the next room picking up what happens in here.

So I walk out. You cloak and follow close behind me. That shouldn't draw any suspicion. If you're as good as they say you are, and if Hock's as much of a twisted fuckstick as I think he was, you probably have an hour to do what you've gotta before anyone suspects something's wrong with the boss.

But once we step outta here, you're on your own. Get me?