Once inside the compound, Michael subjects himself to a pat-down and some blather about "our white brothers." "The only color I care about is green," Michael PSAs. Duke leads Michael and his briefcase into a back room with another guy and closes the door. Duke cheerfully says they aren't actually arms dealers, but freedom fighters. "But we'd like to thank you for your donation." It kind of looks like this is going to be the sort of thanks Michael could do without. But then Duke walks around Michael to join the other guy, not only failing to flank him but leaving the path to the door clear, and both men whip out telescoping batons instead of guns. All of which is incredibly reassuring vis-à-vis the tactical capabilities of racist militias. It's also Michael's cue to initiate some briefcase-fu. "Fighting two against one is never ideal," he VOs as he uses the case to deflect the incoming blows. He'd much rather go up against four or five. "But there are ways to even the odds. Jam your opponents into a corner, and they won't have the room to use both arms." Which is what Michael does. "It's like fighting one person with two angry heads. Which makes them easier to engage, and easier to disengage." After he's subdued his very stupid attackers without ever letting go of the briefcase, Michael comes running across the overgrown yard back to Gilroy's truck. "Didn't go as planned!" he yells as he scrambles into the shotgun seat. Gilroy corrects him that in fact it did: "You still have the money; I have a new toy." I'm kind of surprised there's even really money in the case. Michael suddenly realizes there's now a gun muzzle poking into the space between his seat and Gilroy's, and the gun attached to it not only goes all the way back to the tailgate of the truck, it has feet. That right there is a Big Fucking Gun. "How'd that [now badly dented] case treat you, by the way?" Gilroy asks. "Handy," Michael admits, although he doesn't quite have the grace to thank Gilroy for not sending him in there with a duffel bag. Or worse yet, a check. I doubt the list of martial arts Michael knows extends to killer origami. They both roll up their windows as the Knights come out of the house in force and start shooting at Gilroy's car. "It's never fun to be used as a diversion," Michael VOs, "But it is an effective way to get the drop on an enemy with superior numbers and firepower. And it's all about making a clean getaway. If you can't do that, it never hurts to be in an armored car." That'll sure come in useful later, all right.