|Title||Prison Intel, Dispatch #8|
|Date||December the 29th, 1958|
Transcript: Tell Ryan things are gettin' hot down here real fast. The goddamn leprechaun is buildin' himself a regular army. If you'd asked my opinion -- which you didn't -- I'd send a crew down here and clean up the place, before they show up on your doorstep. But who am I, except some undercover schmuck you sent to give you straight dope?
Location: Near a corpse bound in rope, with the words "Company Man" written above.