thugs in the group, named Bert, Pete, and Sam, and this is what they say --
Bert: "So it's the Oxygen Warehouse, is it? Isn't that kinda dangerous, Sam? I mean, there's guards crawlin' all over that place..."
Sam: "Don't be yella, Bert -- we stand ta nab at least 50 G's in this deal. Besides, ya don't cross II."
Pete: "I ain't afraid o' no penny-ante intelligence firms -- an' II's strickly amatoor. Sammy's right though, Bert, we can make 50 thou easy. Bang, bang, a phone call, it's over!"
Bert: "Yeah, but da Oxygen Warehouse? I mean, don't we need that ta breathe? What's II gonna do, suffercate us?"
Pete: "I dunno what they want wit it, an' I ain't askin' questions. All I know is I'm hightailing it outta there after da heist, headin' for Wood Street, the slums. Dat part a town's got its own Airhouse. I think II wants to bribe some businesses, mebbe a rival firm. Don't matter to me, long as I get paid."
Sam: "They'll prob'ly blame the whole ting on us -- then we're dead! The whole freakin' army after us while II sits up in their ivory tower!"
Pete: "Good thinkin' Sammy-baby. Hey, (snaps fingers, stands) I gotta plan! (Looks around) But it ain't safe here, let's go somewheres private."
Pete, Sam, and Bert walk out of O'Blarney's and turn south, disappearing into
