[Waldman grabs an oblivious Henessey from behind.]

Stay quiet, and drop the rifle.

[Waldman pushes Henessey up against a barn wall.]

How'd you find us?

There may be many reasons not to kill you, but among them is not that you'll be missed by NASA. I found the address in your coat. Here. Between the address of a topless bar, and the picture of what looks like a man's penis.

That's a duck, not a dick.