With his tech guy in prison, Danny’s at a loss. A devastating one. The latest job will be impossible without someone around to blank the cameras, bug the audio system, and get into the… the mainframe, or whatever. Danny doesn’t know—that’s the whole issue at hand.

Sitting at the bar, he sips on a martini. Very Bond-esque, but Danny’s drink is stirred. Hell, he doesn’t care what they do with the thing. The bartender could spit the gin out into the glass from her mouth, for all he cared.

The only thing on his mind is getting a new tech guy. Girl. A new tech somebody. Virgil’s okay: nothing more, nothing less. Unfortunately, Ocean and his now team of ten need more.

And it just so happens that more takes a seat close to him at the casino bar. As he overhears a cell conversation, Danny perks up, his brows furrowing as he shifts a little to the left.

“FBI?” He mumbles to himself, staring at the individual in question. “Impressive.”