Hey, tell me you're safe. Where are you?
Right where you left me. 18 months ago, Agent Rhodes.
Thaddeus?
How does it feel to lose everything? Your job. Your identity. Your reason for living. How does it feel to be out of control, perhaps for the first time?
What do you want?
You're a fool, Agent Rhodes. You always have been.
Where are they?
I'm not telling you on the phone!
Don't lie to me, Thaddeus. Where are they?!
And if you're wondering if I was behind the Horsemen's recent debacle... well, I'll let you work that out for yourself.
Hey, I burned you once; I'll burn you again. And I'm not playing, Thaddeus.
It's not my game, Agent Rhodes. It's yours. You started it when you locked me in a cell. This is simply my move. Next one is yours, and yours alone.
