From listening to the thugs' conversation, you detect this: there are three
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
the pedestrian crowd.