Johnny made his way into Montana. He was driving towards a set of coordinates that would take him to the outskirts of Miles City. His Alfa Romeo shined in the sunlight.
Back at the log cabin
Warren: *Walks into the room, and sees Mel, and Henry* Where do 你 have the missiles?
Mel: Outside. Follow me.
Johnny: *Turns left, and goes onto a highway* I hope that Canadian agent I talked to is already there.
Mel: *Pulls off a tarp, and shows Warren the missiles* How long will it take 你 to get these ready?
Warren: Don't wait too long. Feel free to grab some lunch while I do this. When 你 come back, I'll...
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