Death Machine Page #3

we could do

some serious damage.

Sounds like a

wet dream to me.

I got something

I wanna show you.

That's not it.

Hold on to this

for a second, would you?

Ta-daaa!

I just knew I'd seen you

someplace before.

I was...

- I was just a kid.

- Oh, come on, admit it!

You are hot.

- Jelly, baby.

- Get out.

God, that turns me on.

Would you like to do it,

like really kind of...

...weird?

Right.

Time of the month.

You know, all that stuff

is a total mystery to me.

Get some rest.

It's incredibly stupid, the perimiter

access says Adam and I still work here.

So much for

automated security.

Time for a big burge.

And down.

And mark.

Okay.

Recap time, yeah?

All right, when the bypass is in place,

and the facility is vacated,

we down the sensing network.

And move in through

the northern gate,

courtesy...

...of the lock decoder.

Check.

Now once we get inside, we head

straight up to the 60th floor,

make our way

to the initialization area,

and hole up for 0600 hours.

- Bang! Cale and Ridley arrive.

- And we appropriate their swipe cards.

We also extract their

D-Lock sequences!

- But I think that--

- You have got to remember that.

And turn that

1980 sh*t down.

Core containment is located deep

within the foundations of the building,

surrounded by 22

medium security vaults.

Now the only viable access is through

a deep corridor, negotiating a tech seal,

a serious mother

of a bulkhead,

and finally,

the core seal itself.

All courtesy of the swipe cards

and the D-Lock sequences.

The containment is the most

secure area of the building,

protecting Chaank's

digital soft spot,

a quad matrix of googolplectic

memory co-processors

and 350 billion in

master software bonds!

Aroo! Aroo!

Arooha!

When you must walk,

then walk.

Yeah...

Now, when the job is done,

we then make

a quick exit out.

And hope nobody

wants to start a shootout.

Yeah.

John, we gotta do

something about the b*tch.

She's cut her own throat,

her dismissal is already being arranged,

what the hell do you expect

to do about it tonight?

How the f***

should I know?

You're the creative type; come up

with a car accident or something.

- Oh, for chissake.

- John, we got orders of banned hardware

from every blockade and

embargoed army on the planet.

We are knee deep into

brain wiping ex-battle vets.

That situation

is being contained.

On a personal level, pertaining

directly to you and I,

she is gonna

piss Dante right off.

The cat is gonna tear

sh*t out of the pigeons!

- We gotta do something about her.

- Don't you do anything about it!

- I'm coming right up there. Don't--

- F*** you.

Hi, Scott!

Hi.

Just wanted a quick word.

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