There was never much trust to be had in the business of high-stakes theft, but little misguided faith Flynn ever had left in him was shot courtesy of Zoran. How foolish of him to think that a client would pay out and not outright kill him.

But, well, at least it's always nice to commiserate with someone over mutual enemies. Despite his face being covered by a makeshift scarf, Flynn puts on his best smile and extends a hand for shaking.

"Flynn. Harry Flynn."