Obtaining the methylamine was becoming a problem. They had tried to get it from their supplier, a woman named Lydia Rodarte-Quayle, but that didn't work after they discovered one of her barrels had a tracking device planted by the DEA.

Mike had wanted to kill her, claiming that it was Lydia who had planted the GPS and not the police but Jesse had adamantly opposed. With Mr. White's support, they talked him out of it. They arranged a "meeting" instead to find out if it really had been Lydia who had planted the device. After listening through a bug, they realized that the DEA had in fact planted the GPS but the problem about the methylamine still stood.

"Hey! You still need methylamine, don't you?" Lydia said from where she sat, handcuffed to the table. "You wanna talk methylamine? Then tell your partner to stop threatening me and let's talk"

"Talk about what? You heard." said Mr. White motioning to the computer where they had been listening from. "You can't even give us a single barrel"

"Who said anything about barrels? I'm talking about an ocean of this stuff"

After that, they sent Mike and Jesse outside meanwhile Mr. White talked to Lydia. A few minutes later they called them back in. Lydia spread a map on the table.

"Once a week, on a Wednesday, a freight train leaves the port of Long Beach loaded with industrial chemicals. There's always at least one tank car full of methylamine which we import from a manufacturer in Guangzhou. The train travels east to Arizona, stops in a rail yard outside of Flagstaff where it gets broken down and rebuilt, but the methylamine always moves on, destined for our pesticides factories in Texas and Oklahoma. Which means, that it passes right through your home state" she signaled on the map. "There's a remote stretch here in McKinley County. That's where you do it"

"That's where we do, what, exactly?" asked Mr. White.

"Get your methylamine" said Lydia like it was obvious.

"Like, rob it?" Jesse interrupted. "Like Jesse James?"

"You want the stuff? I'm offering you enough to fill a swimming pool" Lydia said.

Mike wasn't convinced. "You are offering us a quick way to prison, that's what I'm hearing. Stopping a train, post 9/11. Do you have any idea how many alarms that's gonna set off between here and DC?"

"None, if you do it right here" Lydia pointed. "If a freight train is stopped in transit anywhere other than the usual yards or depots, absolutely, a signal will automatically warn the FRA and the TSA Surface Division, at the department of Homeland Security. But what you don't know, and I do because my job requires me to keep track of our buyers' shipments, this," she motioned a certain area in the map. "is dark territory."

"What's that?" asked Jesse.

"Train-speak for an area of no contact. It's a dead zone. No automated supervision system, no alarms, no contact with control"

"What about cell phones? Crew could just call the cops"

"No cellular either. I'm telling you. It's the perfect place. You'd have time to stop the train, siphon off as many methylamine as you can carry and get away before the police are called."

Mr. White lifted his hands and turned away. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. Assuming we could stop a moving train, how do we know we have the right one? And which tanker car is which? I can't believe that they would advertise their contents"

"Once the train gets rebuilt in Flagstaff, a final manifest gets uploaded to my company's server. I'll have it for you sometime between midnight and 2:00 a.m. That'll give you at least six hours of lead time. Keep in mind, I'm taking a huge risk supplying this information. I expect to be paid."

Mike scoffed and Lydia looked at him. "We can talk percentages later"

"You know what this means don't you?" Mike asked. Apparently they didn't. "We gotta off the crew" he said like it was obvious.

"How'd you figure?" asked Mr. White.

"Well, if we don't, the engineer's gonna call the cops as soon as he gets off the dead zone. It's only three miles long"

"But we're way out in the boonies" said Jesse.

"I don't care if it's in the Gobi desert. Once they get word, the FBI and Homeland Security are gonna swoop down with choppers on us so fast it'll make our heads spin. And there is no hiding in that open country"

"How many in the crew?" Mr. White asked Lydia.

"Just two. An engineer and a conductor. No guards"

Castiel, who had been listening from afar, suddenly approached Jesse. "That seems a little extreme, couldn't you just tie them up?" he asked. Jesse voiced this.

"And then what?" asked Mike. "Even if we wore a mask we would be leaving two witnesses behind. Bottom line, I have done this long enough to know that there are two kinds of heists: Those where they guys get away with it," He looked at Jesse. "And those that leave witnesses"

"Give me a break" Lydia scoffed. "You guys were gonna murder me. I thought you were professionals"