Bill welded some metal pieces onto the barco to turn it into a machine gun nest for May.
Bill: *Looking at May from the back of the boat* Now if any cops in Salt Lake shoot at you, fogo warning shots. If you have to shoot them, only shoot their weapons so they can't return fire. I don't want you to kill any officers.
May: I understand.
Bill: Remember, this is only for Salt Lake City, so if anyone follows us outside of that town, feel free to blow their heads off. I have to make a call. *Walks into the welding station, and goes to a phone*
The clock behind him said 2:53
Gordon: *At his escrivaninha, mesa in the police station. He hears his phone go off, and picks it up* Hello.
Bill: Alright, I know I'm a little early, but what did you find out from Chief Warren?
Gordon: I heard him talk about snipers. That's all I heard.
Bill: That's all? Come on Gordon! This is a life, and death situation. Do you want the chief to have me, and a busty prostitute murdered?
Gordon: Did you say busty prostitute?
Bill: Gordon, please answer the question.
Gordon: No, I don't want you killed, but Bill, are her, "things" the real deal?
Bill: They are. She had me put my cock in between them six hours ago.
Gordon: Where is she? What if she hears us talking about her rack?
Bill: It turns her on. Find out mais about what Warren's doing. I'll call you tomorrow morning at 10.
Gordon: Yes Captain. Goodbye. *Hangs up*
May: *Walks over to Bill* Who were you talking to?
Bill: My friend, Gordon Huff. He's getting us info about Warren's plan of attack.
May: What if he doesn't get enough info, and we die?
Bill: Bitch, and moan about that another time. It's time to go.
2 B Continued
Bill: *Looking at May from the back of the boat* Now if any cops in Salt Lake shoot at you, fogo warning shots. If you have to shoot them, only shoot their weapons so they can't return fire. I don't want you to kill any officers.
May: I understand.
Bill: Remember, this is only for Salt Lake City, so if anyone follows us outside of that town, feel free to blow their heads off. I have to make a call. *Walks into the welding station, and goes to a phone*
The clock behind him said 2:53
Gordon: *At his escrivaninha, mesa in the police station. He hears his phone go off, and picks it up* Hello.
Bill: Alright, I know I'm a little early, but what did you find out from Chief Warren?
Gordon: I heard him talk about snipers. That's all I heard.
Bill: That's all? Come on Gordon! This is a life, and death situation. Do you want the chief to have me, and a busty prostitute murdered?
Gordon: Did you say busty prostitute?
Bill: Gordon, please answer the question.
Gordon: No, I don't want you killed, but Bill, are her, "things" the real deal?
Bill: They are. She had me put my cock in between them six hours ago.
Gordon: Where is she? What if she hears us talking about her rack?
Bill: It turns her on. Find out mais about what Warren's doing. I'll call you tomorrow morning at 10.
Gordon: Yes Captain. Goodbye. *Hangs up*
May: *Walks over to Bill* Who were you talking to?
Bill: My friend, Gordon Huff. He's getting us info about Warren's plan of attack.
May: What if he doesn't get enough info, and we die?
Bill: Bitch, and moan about that another time. It's time to go.
2 B Continued
