Guns for Hire - Script Sixteen
The Apartment, Night City 10.33pm 07/06/2015
Sat back in the flat after another late night in the Hope arguing the toss about whether to accept the Uzzitt contract, they finally agreed that Alex should give Frank Uzzitt a call to confirm they would accept the job despite the reservations of Mariusz & the protestations regarding money from Gonzales.
As the mode & method of transport continued to be debated Alex spoke with Uzzit on the cell phone, before however he could conclude the conversation Gonzales gesticulated wildly, Alex sighed &, somewhat reluctantly, handed the phone across the table,
"Look Frank, I'm really sorry about your daughter & all that but, well, lets be straight OK, we're not a charity, what your offering, its just not enough"
Taken aback by what Gonzales has said Alex took back the phone & flicked on the speaker phone,
"Look fella's, as I told you before, $450K is about my limit, yeah as I said I can raise maybe another $200K over the next month or so if I mortgage the farm but you'll have to give me time, its not easy, just give me time"
Embarrassed by Uzzitt's obvious distress, Gonzales's comments were quickly dismissed,
"Frank, Alex here again, look, lets talk this through over at your place OK, I'm sure we can work things out"
Scribbling down the address & directions to the farm Alex suggested they'd be over Mariposa the following day, she ended the call by slamming the phone down on the table,
"You know Gonzales, some times you're a complete twat"
The Apartment, Night City 11.43am 07/06/2015
With
views still mixed as to how they should head South it was agreed that at the
very least they should check out the possibilities of taking passage aboard
a 
vessel sailing
to Manta, La Libertad or beyond. Initially the jockey misunderstood & pulled
up along side the Night City public harbour where bikini clad cyberbirds & oiled
jocks vied with each other as to who could get an invite onto one of the many
private yachts alongside the floating quays.
For
a minute or so the appeal of a leisurely cruise South on one of these babe magnets
appealed, particularly one of those big enough to carry a deck mounted helipad,
however reality dawned, whilst the idea of "borrowing one" appealed, the security
around these monsters looked pretty heavy, climbing back into the cab they headed
for the cargo terminal & shipping agencies.
A couple of hours later the idea of putting their gear in a container down to Mexico wasn't looking so hot, the cost wasn't so bad but they'd been unable to negotiate traveling with their kit or finding a method of avoiding customs, during the afternoon however Vrasten had struck gold, he'd taken a call from one of his old buddies in narcotics, at first Vrasten's man was coy with the information but eventually Vrasten weaseled a name & number out of his former colleague under the threat that if Vrasten ever revealed who'd given him the fix it would hurt, terminally. A couple of hours & several phone calls later a deal had been agreed for the air freighting of several tons of agricultural implements as well as five bodies to Shell, a small airfield & missionary center some 15Km west of Puyo. Pleased with himself Vrasten put the phone down & one of several sets of fake ID back into his wallet,
"Sorted, its full payment in advance, we need to give em' at least 24 hours notice of required departure & the bird will sit on the tarmac for five days max at the other end, after that it gets expensive, bad news is we fly from Burbank."
As Gonzales, Skinpin & Mariusz groaned Vrasten filled Alex in on what happened the last time they'd had occasion to visit the abandoned airfield of Highway 99.
Knowing that Vrasten's old saloon wasn't going to get them anywhere Gonzales announced that whilst he really didn't want to fly, for the good of the group he would providing he could choose the land transport for which he agreed he would initially stump up the dough, whilst this raised a few eyebrows it was cool by everyone else. Alex volunteered her pillion spot to ferry Gonzales out to Joe D's on route 828 where a couple months back Gonzales had drooled over some very tasty wheels.
The Apartment, Night City 8.41am 08/06/2015
Early doors Alex & Gonzales sped off on a promise that they'd be back early afternoon, after a leisurely breakfast the remaining three saw to it that everything was ready for a prompt getaway on return of the biker bitch's.
Four or so hours later the unmistakable growl of the S-MAX could be heard from the street, assuming Gonzales wouldn't be too far behind Vrasten bolted down the hatches & all three headed for the basement lock up where Alex was stowing the bike,
"All
sorted" queried Mariusz 
"Unequivocally" beamed Alex
Forty minutes later a near fluorescent yellow hummer trundled around the corner,
"You have got to be fucking joking" muttered Mariusz
Finally they'd stopped taking the piss out Gonzales enough to load up & haul ass.
Uzzitt Farm, Mariposa 4.52pm - 08/06/2015
Alex, with Skinpin as pillion, had arrived at Uzzitt's place an hour or so before the others & they were now enjoying a chilled beer with Frank on the porch as the hummer trailed a cloud of dust on the half mile track from the road into Mariposa,
"Err, forgive me for asking" said Frank, "but isn't it kinda hard to be inconspicuous in something so pretty. "
Over
the next couple of hours Frank filled out a few more details concerning his
daughter as well as producing a more recent photograph, he also proved himself
to
be no
slouch in the kitchen.
With Gonzales out of the way Alex, Vrasten & Mariusz discussed fiscal issues with Frank & a mutually acceptable contract was agreed, with business concluded Vrasten stepped outside & put a call in to his contact, it was agreed that the plane would be at Burbank at 3.15pm the following evening.
Joined by Uzzitt's foreman & several of his regular labourers a pleasant & mildly drunken evening was had by all.
Uzzitt Farm, Mariposa 9.19am - 09/06/2015
Stepping outside to take a leak Gonzales zipped up & walked around back to admire his dream machine, seconds later all hell was let loose as he kicked open the barn door where the others shacked up,
"Which
of you bastards did it then, which fucker painted my wheels red" 
Wandering
outside into the bright sunshine all could see the fresh coat of red spots adorning
the hummer's yellow hub caps,
"Looks cute" commented Mariusz
"Yeah, mushroom like" drawled Skinpin
Whilst Gonzales scrubbed to no avail with an oily rag proffered by the Uzzitt's foreman the others began readying to depart, still raging however Gonzales took them all by surprise as he gunned the hummer's engine & took off back down the track toward the highway. Calling him up on the cell phone it took Alex several minutes to mollify his rantings & persuade him to turn around, none of which did anything to improve Frank's confidence in the infamous five.
"Sorry about that" murmured Gonzales to Frank, "bastards messed with my wheels"
As Gonzales continued to try & clean off the paint Alex & Vrasten accompanied Frank into Mariposa to collect the non returnable first half of the contract payment.