Paul finnally finds the perfect heads stashed away in a part locker and comes back to find the block vracked and every thing else in his precious hemi blown apart. "DANGIT Scyler! I said wait until i get the new heads!" Paul throws a wrench at th uined block and goes over to one of the shop phons, he puts a call into Dodge. "Hello, yeah? Look, one of my coworkers just busted up an original iron hemi block that was cast in '69, do you have any old iron hemi blocks lying around?" He lists off his credit card number and gives them a shipping adress and is just about to hang up when a police cruiser idles into the shop and blips the siren. He looks up and walks over to the cop, putting a paw into his jacket.
"Hands where i can see'em!" Shouts the cop as Paul draws a wallet and drops it open, revealing an fbi badge.
"Any problems, officer?" He asks.