"You're probably considering yourself extremely paranoid, Mr. Mathews" - came Eckhart's voice
"... but then again, maybe it's just because we really were after you"
"Who are you? I haven't done anythi..."
"let's just say I was... a friend of your mom's uncle, Paul Breedlove."
"then what the hell do you want for me?! you can't hold me here!"
"Believe me, Mr Mathews, It would be much easier for you if you just cooperate with us.
My people will soon arrive to escort you to me, but if you must know, It appears that Breedlove has used you."
"I barely knew the guy! how could he be using me?
the only time I heard of him in the last ten years was when he died in that lab accident"
"oh, yes... a tragic accident indeed, but he seem to have left a message all over you"
"What are you..."
"Unfortunately, I must end our little chit-chat, I'll see you in a little while".