Forsythe: Bribe an official, get a passenger manifest - you can't just come to me and say "Guess what, boss, she's suddenly in town."
Minion: Sir, she flies a private charter with a bogus flight plan. There's no way we could've known.
Forsythe: Enough! Enough. I mean, this - this isn't a game. It's a one-shot, once-in-a-lifetime thing. Some mooks from the local Sanctuary, one thing. Helen Magnus? Whoa! She's another - and it means if we screw up, even marginally, we're gonna get pinched … or die … or worse.