Catch is by the front, talking to the guards and smoking inside. They seem to have been there for a while, as they’ve drummed up a haze. Amstrad comes up behind him and pulls him aside.
   "Oh hey." Catch says, as if nothing might be wrong.
   "I know you took the clock."
   "Oh nooo."
   "I don't care. Keep it. Do whatever. I'm getting the others together and I'm making this team into a real team. You're the only one with proper army experience, radio signals, hand signs, the works. I think you can help us if you can get your head out of your ass."
   "What's in it for me?"
   Amstrad shrugs. "When the jawbreakers come, you don't die."
   He chuckles. "I think I can handle myself."
   "You sure?"
   Catch gives him a patronizing smirk. "What? You’re not?"
   Destroy this man.
   Amstrad shakes his head. "It's your choice. I'm not gonna fight you on it."
   "That's what I fuckin' thought."
   Amstrad thinks of saying a lot, but decides to walk away.