Narrator: "Run like you stole something." When you think about it, the old saw is missing a few teeth.
Ennesby: I make eighteen heavy fighters in pursuit, sir. We can outrun them to teraport-safe space.
Kevyn: If the Bangers are being paid to use their fleet against us, we're in trouble.
Ennesby: Well, that escrow agency is going to want this back, or destroyed. No question.
Narrator: At least, it is if you've actually stolen something. In that case, you'll want to consider other, less popular saws.
Kevyn: What is it? I thought the team stole a cashbox.
Narrator: "Lay low like you stole something."
Ennesby: Lots of cash, yes. And account numbers, passes, and backdoors.
Narrator: "Find a fence like you stole something."
Kevyn: They've probably already changed all that. I don't see the big deal.
Ennesby: The juiciest bit is probably the customer list.
Narrator: "Anonymously return what you took like you stole something."