Adjusts his sunglasses as he sits on a beach chair, listening to the surf. Sipping a marguerita he puts the glass down on the sand and grins. There they are... Intel had paid off, the two with the Win just showed up.
"So good of you Ladies to bring the Win to me," he said with a revolver now drawn, resembling a Bond movie hitman. "Now I'll take that Win and be leaving."