Screamers Page #2

One second!

l'm out of here.

You wanted to see me, Commander?

Yeah.

At ease, we're informal around here.

That'll be all, Rodgers.

- How are you doing?

- Good... there's a scar on my arm.

lf you go outside without a tab on,

you'll lose your arm. Name?

Private Michael Jefferson.

Gunnery specialist on six levels.

First class.

Level six? You can shoot

the dots off a dice at 1 00 yards.

lf you can load it, l can shoot it.

lnstructors used to call me "Ace".

- Everybody here calls me "sir".

- Yes, sir.

- Sir, what are they?

- lt's a sword. Take a look.

Screamers were developed to

neutralize the war on the ground.

- How do you know it's dead?

- l yanked its brain out.

- That'll take your finger off!

- You said it was dead.

lt still has

a mechanical surface reflex.

They get shot up, but can still

swing a sword. Pretty smart.

Maybe too smart.

lt seems to have modified itself.

Where's everybody else?

The guys who were with me?

- How many men onboard?

- 38, including me.

Now there's one, including you.

Those guys...

l didn't even know them.

l couldn't even talk to them.

Jefferson... what in the hell

are you doing here?

There was a nuclear reactor aboard

programmed for weapons manufacture.

- l wasn't aware of that.

- You radioed you were civilian.

- Where were you bound?

- Triton 4.

Why were you carrying

a nuclear reactor and weapons?

To invade, attack

and extinguish the enemy.

- What enemy?

- The NEBs.

You were going to attack

the NEBs on Triton 4?

Yes... but we're just a task force.

4,000 Alliance Army regulars are

on their way to Triton 4 right now.

- Secretary Green informed us...

- Secretary Green?

- That's right.

- Secretary Green is gone.

He's been gone

for almost two years.

We got a V. R. communique

from him yesterday.

Secretary Green was arrested and

eliminated by the Alliance command.

Two years ago.

Dismissed.

- l enlisted to fight...

- Dismissed, Jefferson.

- The NEBs have been running...

- Get out of here!

What in God's name

are we doing, Chuck?

- We just saw Green.

- We saw bullshit!

You know as well as l do that

they can send us anything they want.

- That kid doesn't know policy.

- Get your head out of the lilacs.

Do you expect me to believe

that we're being dumped?

That our 20-year stand here has

turned into a galactic gold rush?

They keep sending us provisions.

Will they let us die up here while

they carry on running the universe?

- l don't buy it.

- Wake up, man!

We are betrayed here, brother.

We are beached.

Green's been sh*t-canned

and this whole place is a lie!

They just can't

cut us off up here.

Families on Earth would raise hell.

And they won't take us back there.

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