 Communication terminated. I'm sorry old friend, but I need you to be ready for what comes next. You will find your phone is no longer operational. I have remotely disabled all cell phone signals coming in and out of this building. The only door to the room you are in cannot be opened by hand. Only I can open it from the control room. There is nowhere to go. I'd like to begin by saying that my associates and I are most grateful for your assistance in some rather delicate matters. Given your occupation and moral pretenses, we were unsure if you would pull through for us in the end, but you did. You have advanced our project in a way that not even I thought was possible, in a way you have been integral to this entire undertaking from its very inception. Unfortunately, your employment has come to an end. You were sloppy. Too many eyewitnesses that you let escape because you couldn't bring yourself to do what you knew was necessary Too many department figureheads scrambling to figure out who the corrupt mole is before somebody more powerful than them gets involved. And all of this, of course, could be forgiven if it wasn't for a new development. They know who you are. They know what you have done. They are coming for you. I have taken swift and decisive action to ensure you do not fall into the foundation's custody, but that comes with the price. That price, my friend, is tying up a loose end. You are a liability. You have drawn more attention than we ever wanted and have jeopardized both my business and the safety of my colleagues. And this is something that I cannot and will not tolerate from anyone, no matter what they have done for me. And while I certainly hope this issue could be resolved in a less let's say unfortunate way, my hands have been tied, and I have been left with one remaining option. Taken the liberty of informing your wife and children that you were involved in a random gas explosion during an investigation gone wrong. They will grieve for you in time. Remember you as a loving and caring father. The department has been delivered a similar story, and you have been cleared from their records as of this morning. As of right now, you are entirely off the grid. Not even the highest echelons of the United States government will be able to dig through the lies that I have planted. The only people who know about your past are me and you, and this is the last time that I will ever speak to you. That door will remotely open in roughly 30 seconds. You are to exit the room, leave the building, and never speak of anything involving me or my associates. Sitting in a black vehicle outside the front entrance is one of my drivers. He will take you to the airport where you will board a flight to Moscow. Should you ever try to return to the United States, you will find the consequences to be particularly unpleasant. This ends our discussion, and I suggest you hurry as the building will begin burning down in three minutes. Goodbye.