At the place where Fi's been meeting Conrad, he sits down across from her with a manila envelope and says it's worse than he thought. The flight will be carrying a maximum-security prisoner, and although there are no names, the document is full of protocols for handling him. It's Conrad who says "him," by the way, so if this prisoner turns out to be someone like Natalie or Evelyn or even Carla, I take no responsibility. Conrad is worried about the "Russian pig" getting his hands on the envelope, and Fi promises that will never happen. Conrad leaves it with her, free once again to go back to being stupid for his country full-time.
As Conrad is on his way out, Michael comes around the corner behind him, where he's been lurking the whole time. Fortunately for him Conrad didn't spot him. It's kind of alarming how much of the success of this operation has hinged on Conrad's shitty peripheral vision. Fi fans the envelope in the air, and Michael takes the seat that Conrad just warmed up for him. He looks at the single page inside. "It's a rendition to a black site in Poland," he says. "Somebody's high-risk enough to be flown alone." And on a flight plan so isolated they're apparently worried he'll shoot at other planes through the window. Fi takes a look and reads, "Do not engage in conversation with prisoner under any circumstance." I'd say that advice would also apply to Fi, but they both seem pretty worried about the kind of person the document refers to. "And somebody wants my help to break him out," Michael says. Fi looks shocked, as though Michael hasn't been unwittingly helping with that all along already.
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