The Sector

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This is Lyndsey Bird, reporting

live from the White House,

where the Secretary of

Defense has confirmed

that the internet kill switch has been

initiated due to cyber terrorism.

Unconfirmed reports

of catastrophic failure in global

telenet and communications systems.

Trading on all major

financial markets has been

suspended indefinitely.

They're calling it the Drek Virus.

The Prime Minister

has declared a state of emergency.

The source

of the virus, which has

crippled the core

of modern society, remains a mystery.

As food and water grow

scarce, people want answers,

and they're tired of waiting.

Despite martial law another

violent day of riots and unrest.

The D.O.D. confirms that the Drek Virus

has gone global,

forcing the worldwide economy

to stop all foreign trade.

The President has declared

a state of emergency.

Rioting and looting are flooding

the streets here in Washington.

We're being told to evacuate

the area by the National Guard.

The death toll continues to rise.

I'm getting a report that

we're going off the air now.

Good night and good luck

to all of you. Godspeed.

What's your poison?

Red Eye.

That's gonna cost ya.

You know how much it cost's to keep that

generator running outside?

Just pour the drink.

Ain't seen you around here before.

Looking for someone.

You a chaser?

Listen, I don't want any trouble.

Relax. Just looking for a man.

Calls himself "Ringo."

Can't say I heard of him.

Big guy in his forties.

Wears an eye patch.

A real eyesore if you ask me.

You sure you haven't seen him?

What are you after him for?

He robbed a supply caravan

en route to Union City.

Killed a couple of troopers

in the process.

Isn't that right Ringo?

And what do they call you?

What's it to you?

I always like to know the name of a man

before I cut him to pieces.

If I were you I wouldn't

try that. The way I see it

you have two options.

You can walk out of here

real peaceful like,

or I can carry you out.

What's it gonna be?

I've got news for you, Union Man.

This is the Barrens.

Your rules, don't apply here.

Wrong answer.

By the way, the name's Dresher.

Keep going!

Dresher.

Brennan.

Been tracking this maggot for weeks.

So why don't you throw a little

professional courtesy my way

and hand him over.

I wasn't asking.

Get in Ringo.

You... throw away the piece.

I'll remember this.

I'll see you back

in Union City, Dresher.

We'll have a drink.

I'll even buy.

Whaddya know. This day

keeps getting better and better.

ARGH! Son of a b*tch.

Dresher! Are you kidding me?

Dresher get me out of this.

Did you do this?

Did you set a trap?

You should keep your distance.

You son of a b*tch.

You're not taking him.

You're not taking my bike.

My bike is worth more than your life.

You might want this.

Maybe not.

C'mon man you can't leave me

out here for the wolves.

Dresher! You can't leave me out here.

Dresher! I swear, the next time

I see you, your ass, is mine!

Son, where I come from

there are two types of people,

thieves, and takers.

And you son, you are a taker.

You have taken advantage of my kindness.

You come into my house

and you do not bring

the payment you owe me.

And you expect me to give

you some kind of leniency?

Shamrock please.

I didn't mean to disrespect you.

I can pay you what I owe you.

I just need some more time.

Time? Take a look around yourself son.

Time is something that none of us have.

And yours has just run out.

You're going back to the prison mines.

No! No please.

I'll give you anything you want.

You don't have anything that I want.

Get him out of here.

No! Not the mine!

Anywhere but the mine!

No please, anything Shamrock no! No!

Well well well.

Look at who just breezed in.

Shamrock.

You know Dresher,

I'd given you up for dead.

You did get him right?

I got him.

How long has it been?

What, I sent you out after

Ringo more than a week ago.

You know Dresher, there was a time

when you could track a bounty

before the sun could set

and the moon could rise.

What happened?

Is that why you sent

Brennan after my mark?

Brennan? Brennan. Oh Brennan!

Oh right. Have you seen that

arrogant little prick lately?

Yeah in The Barrens where I left him.

Don't ever send another chaser

after my bounty. You got that?

Heh heh heh.

You know Dresher, if I was you,

I would start to sleep

with one eye open.

I'll take my chances.

Where's my gold?

Yep. I got your payment

for you right here. Pay him.

Also got something else

you might be interested in.

I doubt it.

Hold it. This is serious.

Now, something is going down.

Something big. You ever hear of

the name Anson? John Anson?

Once maybe.

Yeah well the word is

he has a gang that rides with him.

Call themselves the Black Sashes.

They've been scrounging around

in the Barrens ever since

this world went to sh*t.

Now, they've been causing

all kinds of grief and havoc.

Raping women, burning towns.

The whole nine yards.

Your point?

The Union has put a price

on his head and they must want him

really really bad because

this is the biggest payday...

...I've ever seen.

Thirty kilos of gold prime.

Thirty. Kilos?

You also know that

every tracker is gonna be out

there, gunning for him.

Here are the goods.

I want you to do what you

do well. I don't give a sh*t

if all his limbs are missing.

I have one request.

You bring him back alive.

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