Dark Haul Page #2

So as long as we're careful

and we're alert,

everything should run smoothly,

but there's one rule

above all that we all must follow.

We know we're transporting.

We know how dangerous it is.

So if you notice something wrong,

you speak up.

We move out.

We don't stop, we don't try to fix it.

We move.

You know it'll be a long ride if you

just glare at me the whole time.

You know,

I don't think that you would be happy.

I mean, if I get to have a life,

it means you do too.

You're not getting freedom.

We'll we get to Pennsylvania,

my brother will calm down, you'll see.

You'll be in a cage alongside him.

You know, you might want that,

but you're not in charge.

Be quiet.

What can I do

to make you trust me?

Um... die.

Both of you.

We're running low up here.

Gonna stop for fuel.

Copy that.

Hey.

Hey. Wake up.

We're gonna stop for gas.

Gonna stretch our legs.

Okay.

I'll just make sure he's calm.

- Let's go. Come on.

- Okay.

Hey, you too.

No, I'll just stay here.

Oh, no, no, no, you're coming.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, you little animal.

Listen up... cash-only this trip.

I'm gonna go inside and pay.

Okay.

Zib, it's the last chance

to stretch your legs for a while, okay?

I'm gonna just stay here.

You go ahead.

Really?

You wouldn't get far.

Whatever it is you're planning,

I'll stop it.

Now whatever pain you inflict,

I'm gonna be sure you feel it

a hundred times more, okay?

Tommy, come here!

Come here!

Yes, sir?

Look at her.

Look at her and tell me what's wrong.

- She's doing something.

- No kidding.

Whatever.

Hey.

Her hand.

She's hiding her hand.

Way to go.

Show me your hand, Zib.

Show it to me.

Hey, dude, it's a gas station.

Come on.

Empty your pocket.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry.

What?

- Damon.

- No, no, I don't think so. What?

We have to get out of here now.

Damon, now!

We need to go now!

Go, go. Let's go.

Move out! Let's go!

Close that up!

Let's get out of here!

Everybody okay back there?

Yeah, Damon.

Knicks, put Zib on.

Okay.

Hey, Damon.

What happened back there?

I didn't see it in time.

You're supposed to be

keeping him under control.

There shouldn't have been anything

to see.

Yeah, well, I was distracted.

Knicks was harassing me about my hand.

Your hand?

Ask him.

All right.

Don't let it happen again.

Why don't you tell Knicks

to let me do my job?

What is it?

I don't know.

Could be a fuel pump.

All right, everybody listen up.

We got engine troubles up here.

It's gonna take some time to fix it,

so I want everyone to get some rest.

Damn.

What's happening?

His wings are coming back.

Gas station.

The more chaos he causes,

the quicker he heals.

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