Barb Wire Page #3

You're looking

rather buoyant this evening.

Shut up! My fee?

-10 000...

-No!

The price went up for this one,

Schmitz.

-We had an agreement.

-You told me he was alone and unarmed.

-He wasn't.

-Sorry.

How could I know that? Bounty hunting

is an ugly, unpredictable business.

You of all people should know that.

How much?

20 000.

Canadian.

Miss Wire.

I do believe

that I'm being extorted here!

As a duly authorized officer

of the court, I must protest!

Look at it this way, Schmitz:

Alive, Krebs represents

your investment in this bail bond.

Dead, he's toxic waste.

20 000,

Canadian, now!

It's a pleasure

doing business with you, Barb.

If it was a pleasure, I'd charge more.

-Everything go okay?

-Candy from a baby.

-Pay the help, for God's sake.

-Please, not in public.

Excuse me, Miss Wire? I...I...

I'm going back

to the front lines tomorrow,

and I was wondering...

You look beautiful. Would...

Would you dance with me?

Come on, Barb, give him a thrill.

Come on.

I can't believe, I'm actually dancing

with the Barb Wire!

Where are you from, soldier?

Steamboat Springs, Colorado,

or what's left of it.

Did you hear, the Congressionals

just took over Denver?

No, I didn't.

Do you have a girl back home?

Yeah.

-Do you miss her?

-Yes, ma'am, every day.

I tell you what:
close your eyes

and let's pretend

she's right here in your arms.

Yes, ma'am.

Everyone, stay where you are!

This is the police.

Willis,

Steel Harbor's Chief of Police.

He was a drunk with sticky fingers.

But at least, he was honest.

He admitted,

he was a liar and a thief.

-Check his ID.

-Yes, sir.

Retinal scan verified:

Lawrence Crabtree,

five, seven, two, three, nine.

Ben Jones, eh?

Arrest him.

Good luck, soldier.

-Next.

-Right, get over.

- Retinal scan verified: Martha Berg.

-Arrest her.

-Willis, what the hell is going on?

-Barb, how lovely to see you.

What gives?

It's a messy business tonight.

Most unpleasant:
a rather spectacular

double homicide in the old harbor.

-So?

-So, we're checking a few IDs.

We have reason to believe, this

might have been resistance-related.

As your bar is non-discriminating

to this town's more nefarious side...

-How long is this gonna take?

-Everything's negotiable.

-Curly...

-Music!

You really upgraded this place

from what it was, Barb.

I like the new sound system.

Sounds expensive.

-I've been saving my lunch money.

-Didn't know you opened for lunch.

Now, a little gun running here,

some bail jumping there,

the occasional midnight detonation:

Those are the kind of jobs

that pay for new toys.

-I don't moonlight.

-I do.

-It's profitable.

-What's with the bullshit arrests?

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