Peck takes a gamble and makes the call of his life.
Transcript:
Peck: Yeah, Central? Codename Whiskers, requesting immediate transfer to Argus.
Peck: What? "Code In?" You know who this. Don't be ridiculous.
Peck: "Lovely night, isn't it? Nothing like the Big Apple in wintertime."
Peck: Yeah, great. Just transfer me, fuckhead. He'll want to hear this.
Peck: Argus. It's Whiskers.
Peck: Yeah... yeah, it's Peck. Listen, I don't have much time. But I do have information. I know what Omega is planning.
Peck: What do I want? I want a clean slate. My burn notice destroyed. My record expunged. Let bygones be bygones.
Peck: No? What if I told you I can deliver you Zykov on a silver platter.
Peck: Yeah, that got your attention. Tuesday. 10am. Our old dead drop. I'll give you everything I have on Operatsiya Izbavitel.