... I'm CIA.
He wasn't alone.
Ah- you're not allowed to bring friends.
They're not my friends.
Don't worry, no charge for them.
Now why would I want them?
They were trying to bag your prize. They work for the mercenary. The masked man.
KeyGuyPerson? ... Get 'em on board. I'll call it in!

THE FLIGHT MAN I FILED WITH THE AGENCY LISTS ONLY ME, MY MEN, DR BROBY, AND ONLY ONE OF YOU! THE FIRST ONE TO TALK GETS TO STAY ON MY AIRCRAFT.

WHO MADE YOU GRAB DR. BROBY?

HE DIDN'T FLY SO GOOD

WHO WANTS TO FLY NEXT?

TELL ME ABOUT KEYGUYPERSON? WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK? LOT A LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!

Or perhaps he's wondering why you would shoot a man before throwing him out of the plane.

Wise guy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?

We are nothing. We are the dirt beneath your feet. And no one cared who I was until I put on the mask...

... Who we are does not matter. What matters is our plan.

If I pull this off, will you die?

It would be extremely painful.

You're a big guy -

For you.

Was being caught part of your plan?

Of course. Dr. Broby refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to know what he told you about us.

Nothing! I said nothing!

Why not just ask him?

He would not have told us.

You have methods.

Him, I need healthy. You present no such problem.

Well congratulations, you got yourself caught. What's the next step of your master plan?

Crashing this system of single-person economic ownership. WITH NO FINANCIAL SURVIVORS.