"It wasn’t us, matey." Streak said cheerfully. "It’s true we came to, well, force a way in. But we never fired a shot at the place. Sure, Juan here blew that truck full of Jesuits back down the bill. But if not for us, it would be them talking to you now. And somehow, I don’t think they’d be offering you the morphine shot I’m considering giving you for the pain. That leg looks terrible."