Omega: They wont. It will be a standard Vegas wedding chapel. You will get to learn my non-agent name. You will, briefly, again be known as Ivy. Just long enough for our marriage to be legally recognized.
(Omega smiles, as they enter the nearest wedding chapel.)
receptionist: Let me guess, you're here to get married? Omega: That's why everyone comes here. Receptionist: Your names? Omega: My name is Oscar. My fiancé is Ivy. Receptionist: It'll be ten minutes. Omega: Of course. Receptionist: Cash, credit, debit or bitcoin? Omega: Credit.
(Omega takes out a card, and places it in the chip reader.)
Omega: MY father said I was named after Oscar Wilde, his favorite author. (whispered) Your brother gave me the designation Omega on his death bed. Hoping I would be the last agent the agency ever needed.
Omega: So do I. (whispered) When we return, there is a special potion for you to drink. All agents drink that, to extend their lives. You can still be killed in action, but your aging will be slowed, almost to a crawl.