There is a man named Silco. You should be aware of him.

[He's not a hard man to miss, given his presence and demeanour.]

Make yourself available to him. Do whatever he demands of you.

[The implication being he will soon be too busy to do anything except this. Only there's more.]

In any case, we shall not be working here. Too many prying eyes. [Bats and strangers alike.] But remember. Misdirection. Feed them misinformation. Let them believe we are. Keep bringing materials. Compounding. It would be good to see the looks on their faces when they realise all this is nothing but basic parasetamol.

Or whatever one is in the mood for.