When he'd suggested confessing some of his sins to Winston, he hadn't anticipated the tirade from Winston. Winston's an ok guy, but he's going to have a stroke if he keeps getting riled up by little things.

"...Yeah, the fire at the orphanage. Yeah, I know about that. The nun in Montreal – I know about that too..."

Wait? What nun in Montreal? Yeah, the orphanage was a fact. I'd burned that place to the ground, but there hadn't been any kids inside at the time, just the staff – a staff that looked the other way as their charges were sold into slavery... I sure as hell don't need forgiveness for that, even the nuns at St. Germaine's Catholic school… Nun in Montreal? His mind continued to stumble over the phrase.

"I've already got a head that's a stopped-up-toilet-full of Guerrero as it is. There's no vacancy..."

He couldn't focus on the rest of Winston's rant, however colorful and full of metaphor it might have be. The only nun I've ever wanted to harm was Sister Mary Teresa. God as my witness, I was a saint for not carving my initials into her for hitting me with that goddamn ruler... Wait, maybe he means that stripper in Montreal, she took the role-playing thing to a whole new level...

But none of that floated across Guerrero's expressionless face. He simply stared straight ahead at Winston, catching the occasional bit of diatribe over the drone of the propellers.

"So if you start with this confession, I swear either me or you are gonna be the next thing to get out of this plane."

That last bit caught his attention as his lizard-brain instinctively catalogued and dismissed the threat as futile. If "Double Wide" made a move, there was no doubt which of the two would kiss the ground first.

"Senior, senior!" The pilot called and Guerrero understood that much Spanish. He looked around Winston and saw the man smiling. Finally, something goes right today.

"Just for the record... I think you could've handled that a little better," he said as he observed Winston's whole body sigh in relief. Guerrero watched the man as he turned away toward the cockpit, having apparently forgotten the thirty seconds of angry rhetoric. Little do you know Winston, but there is nothing you can say to me that I haven't said in my own head a thousand times and with more venom.

Guerrero slumped, resting his hip on one of the crates they hadn't thrown out the open door and hoped they wouldn't be too late to save Chance.

A/N: All dialogue comes from the episode "Salvage & Reclamation"