we'll let richards go, then lock blanton in there, bolt the doors, board up the windows like it's hurricane season in miami, and plant some nice foliage in front of the building so no one suspects a thing. we'll then need to send some kind of note to sosh saying "dear mike, got tired of sucking and being a drain on the team. i've decided to go find myself in the himalayas, where i'll be without electricity and running water for the next two years. it's been real. good luck, signed, joe."