Hey, Finch, just got the call. Gang's picking me up. I get told the target en route. You're not going in with them? I got to watch Joey's back. Don't trust his friend Straub one bit. I did not understand "Infiltrate the gang" to mean join them in their robberies. No choice. I'll keep the line open. Monitor the police band for me. Here. Why the heavy artillery? Target's a mob gambling joint, 445 Mulvaney. People inside guaranteed to be packing. ETA, 60 seconds. Phones off, batteries out, radio comes only. Hey. Tracked Teddy Dalloway's GPS. He left Brooklyn 20 minutes ago, in some kind of vehicle. He did three pick-ups. It's the gang. Know where they're heading? Somewhere around here.