FFFBI HEADQUARTERS, OUTSIDE AGENT MCGURK'S OFFICE
NOT MUCH LATER THAT MORNING. LET'S SAY A FEW MINUTES. MAYBE FOUR. FIVE TOPS. WHO'S KEEPING TRACK, ANYWAY?

MCGURK: Baddily squib flubb btwang bop bop bopshoo wop. Man, this music rocks my socks.

WRENCH: I can hear McGurk scatting along to some jazz riff, but he's not answering his door. I'll get one of the spare security passes to open his door.

Let's see. There are always two of each — one for the agent, one spare. He's got one pass, so all of these others are pairs of old ones that no longer work. The one I need must be the only one that looks different from every other. But which is it? He hardly changes his look, just his ties...