"It's about time, pal."
It was Shock, his hair tousled over his hard, bright eyes. There was a gun in his hand.
"I've been waitin' an hour, you punk. Think you were gettin' off so easy?"
"Look, Shock—"
"You thought you were a clever boy, didn't you? Well, I got news for you—"
"Look, I don't want to be leader. I just needed a copter for a few hours."
"Yeah, sure. Only you forgot something. We put Finder equipment on this baby a long time ago, so we could keep tabs on it."
"You can have the copter—"
"I don't want just the copter, Ronnie boy. I want to square a few things with you."
"Look, Shock. I'll make a deal with you. I'll give you two hundred bucks for that gun."