He sees a civilian helicopter this time, some kind of corporate chopper, not unlike what his parents might have flew in before they were locked up in the asylum. The pilot lets him on, and without ceremony, they're flying towards LA. They arrive in the city in the middle of a Friday night, drunken partygoers stumbling in and out of bars and clubs, while in the alleys, drug dealers and prostitutes ply their trade. The chopper lands in a reserved space in Hollywood, and the pilot talks for the first time as the rotors slow. "All right, this is the last known location of your targets. Director says that you should check sushi places, and consider calling the other agent. When you need extraction, come back here, or go back with the other agent."