"Oh, perfect. A storm. First we had gangers spying on us, then we had to go into that damn gremlin-infested bar, and now we're going to get blown all over the city while we try to decide whether or not to piss Mr. J. off. This is just frackin' great." Hank sighs. "Of course, that's assuming that this thing is the 'link he wanted in the first place. Maybe the girl's right, and he pointed us at the wrong convoy...or maybe the link he wanted was actually being carried by one of the goons. In which case he's going to be pissed no matter what we do."
Looking at Smiley and Rybka, he continues, "So...what say we go to Mr. J., tell him that his intel sucked, and that there was no 'link in the convoy. He can't complain that we're not giving him what he didn't ask for. If he changes his tune and starts talking about books, well, I'd say you two could probably negotiate a pretty good contract, eh? And if not...well, I'm sure our new friend could probably find someone who'd be willing to pay for this. Or pay to have it destroyed. Either works for me."