Ignatz

He slowly thumbs through several prints until his gaze fixes on one in particular.

The concern might be well placed -- he is a master spy and you are a mere sub-lead on his assignment.

We're lucky to have him as part of our gäng and not as the enemy.

"As I suspected, my sources were very pleased with your work. Well done, Hershel. It's an honour to work with you again."

"Forget about him, Hershel. A total dead man. Probably going to have to zero him out myself."

"Hello again, Hershel. What have you got for me?"

"Here I thought it was nice to be working together again. Now I can understand why your old crew want nothing to do with you."

"I suppose that's why you're the big-time operant..."

"I'm observing a pattern of extremely uncollaborative behaviour, and as your de facto lead, this is very, very concerning to me."

"My hands are tied. I wish I could help more, but in this instance I'm a dog with two masters."

"Relax, it makes sense you're nervous, wondering to yourself: 'Have I just been masterfully played by Ignatz, whom I once passed on recruiting?"

"So? What do the auras say?"

"That's more like it. Now let's see what we have here..."

This cat thing must be really upsetting him. He's lost it.

"Be well."

"I left it over in the conversation pit."

Your would-be asset Ignatz used very similar language.

Ignatz was right. The idiot was hiding gold in that hideous coat all along.

You hesitate.

"Quickly."

"Right. It seems someone tipped off the Guardia Municipal that your special asset has been 'aiding and abetting communism... also racial profiling'."

Just like Ignatz said.

Your would-be asset Ignatz wasn't far off. All's not right in the enemy camp.