[There was a pause when Massimo finished. The people of Mayfield were incredible, weren't they? Then there was Crowe. Just a kid. A kid good with a set of lock picks, but just a kid.

He did try, try and try again, but evrything he did just fell through. Mayfield succeeded in pulling his confidence out from under him completely. Still, there's a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone.]

...thanks, Massimo. I... I figure I owe it to those trapped there to do whatever I can from this end. They're stuck there, being attacked, without food or water, and... it's not fair to let them suffer like that. It could have just as easily been us there...