Meanwhile, in the stuffy Station 47...
Hart leaned his chair back and propped his boots on the desk before him. Just across the room, in a holding cell, were a very cross trio of lower-ranked agents. Hart regarded them with a glance before he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapped one into view, put it to his lips, and then lit it. He leaned farther back in his chair, puffing a small plume of smoke to the ceiling before he sat forward. "This is the first time I had to arrest one of our own." He snickered.
Jessie furrowed her brow, but remained silent, while James sulked on the bench. Meowth muttered something under his breath that Hart didn't catch.
Hart's radio emitted a burst of static and he quickly answered it. "Hart here. Go ahead."
"Have Butch and Cassidy arrived yet? What's their ETA?" Domino's voice snapped over the speaker.
"Haven't heard from them, yet," Hart tapped some ash off of his cigarette and glanced at the holding cell. "What do you want me to do with Jessie and James?"
"Keep them in custody for the time being," Domino replied, "If Butch and Cassidy don't contact you, call me and we'll progress from there. Slade is finishing his sweeps, so I'll send him over to the station. Once we land, I'll get on the horn at base, do a conference call."
"Gotcha, over and out," Hart closed the connection and returned to his smoking. He leaned back in his chair, balancing it on its back legs as he threw his glance to Jessie and James. "I still don't know how you losers are still in this organization."