Stephenson pushes his way to the head of the group, draws the Bonfire, and screws on its silencer. "Come on, people. We're the cleaners for this city, and I've got a brand new mop I want to test out." The detective sidles down the hallway, rams open the door, and pops a flash grenade from his launcher into the corridor beyond it, before spraying down the two goons in the hallway and slicing the wire of the security camera. "Let's see here… ah, yes! Kept the code in his pocket. Probably too rockheaded to remember." Stephenson notes a pager on one of the Jacket goon's belts, which begins to beep. Stephenson grabs it, coughs twice, and assumes a thick Southern accent. "Um, yeah, we're uhhhh… we're fine here. Security camera shorted out. Joey's fixin' it. Naw. boss. We don't need none of them reinforcements. Yeah, how's the kid? Really? Man, they learn fast…" Glancing to the others, Stephenson uses his free hand to gesture towards the camera and bodies. [i]"Get those out of the way of the camera! Somebody connect those wires, and put those jackets on![/i] (re-assumes accent) "What? Oh, yeah, Joey was just bein' a klutz with one' a them replacement kits. So whatta ya want'a grab for chow? Thai food. Gotcha."