Tucker. Of course it's Tucker. Where the hell is his idiot team, that fucking Tucker snuck up on him. Felix frowns inside his helmet, feeling the old familiar rage burn through his own veins. Stay collected, Felix.

"Oh, see, Tucker, I don't think you've contacted my people about that. I think I'd remember a date with you," Felix says with a little smug tone. He listens for Tucker's response, trying to figure out where he is. He doesn't have that much to hide in, after all. And he's an idiot.