>Everyone rides up in a minivan
NSA: Hey, do you have a PhD in nuclear bomb reactors that fit inside lorries?
Professor Pablo: Yeah, I'm good at that, will you let me bring these people with me?
NSA: No, that isn't okay, my airplane has low carrying capacity because I use it to store a lot of milk.
Professor Pablo: Okay, that is perfectly reasonable, perhaps you could shoot one on the way then throw him out?
NSA: Why would I do that?
Mosque Mayn: It would be funny, and they work for Pain.
NSA: Oh, okay then, let's go.
>They all board the helicopter
NSA: Please talk to me.
Pain: No.
Brothers: No.
NSA: Okay then.
>NSA opens window next to Pablo
NSA: Can you explain why Wayne dresses like a bat?
Professor Pablo: I am cold, I departed no information…
Pain: Professor, don't be afraid, it's okay now.
NSA: You're a loud person.
Pain: It's because I am wearing a speaker that gives me painkillers.
NSA: That explains it, how would you feel without that?
Pain: Not very nice.
NSA: That's understandable.
Pain: I meant I wouldn't behave very nicely, not that I wouldn't feel very nice, although I probably wouldn't. For some reason, a well-aimed punch that would disconnect one tube would weaken me significantly.
Professor Pablo: I have still not spoken.
NSA: Did you mean to get captured?
Pain: Yes I did.
NSA: Well done, what will you do next?
Pain: I will have orchestrated an aircraft crash, with all souls lost.
NSA: That is a terrible idea?
Pain: I suppose so, but you have been tricked and are no longer in command.
>The vehicle lurches then explodes
>Everyone dies