In that case, Billy's got the barrel, trigger parts, and welding tools. They're assembled as quickly as he can manage it, still taking much longer than he'd like. When they were about halfway done, he checked his timer.

"Angie, Science is delivering the suppressant in a minute or so. You should be---good to go then," he grunts, having paused with a flash of pain on his face.

Reaching covertly under the table for his morpher, he drew some energy from the coin. The building pain in his body suggested that he was going to need it.

Damn. Katara and Renne are getting hurt out there, aren't they?