Jack doesn’t bother with introductions.
John gives Alonso a typical leer and Alonso comes right back with that look which translates as “Your place, or right here?”
"I like this one,” John smirks. “What brings you out here, Jack?”
“Searching for a lost commodity. Memories. Two year's worth.”
"Always wondered when you’d come looking. That why the Agency sent me to check on you.”
“But you said the Agency…?"
“And you believed me.”
Jack feels slightly ill, but at least he’s back on the trail.
“So who’s got them now?”
“That, dear ex-partner of mine, would be me.”