Eraser Page #3

...it's getting a lot easier.

Get down.

Who're you seeing?

Come on, Darryl.

I know you're seeing someone.

Let's see who that is.

What's this?

And a card.

Get down!

Oh, sh*t! Go, go, go!

Come here!

Stay down.

I don't have a shot.

You, go, go.

-What are you doing?

-Lighting a fuse.

Are you hit?

Are you bleeding?

I don't think so.

-Are they following us?

-No. Just calm down.

You'll be fine.

I'm not fine.

They tried to kill me!

Darryl's dead.

You're alive.

Keep you that way.

Your hand.

There's a first aid kit under your seat.

That weapon, or whatever it was...

...was from your company, wasn't it?

It's an E.M. prototype.

It's not supposed to exist.

E.M.?

Electromagnetic pulse.

No gunpowder, no conventional bullets.

They fire aluminum rounds at

almost the speed of light.

A rail gun.

Yeah, that's another name for them.

The Navy's worked on them for years.

The smallest one I've heard of

is mounted on a battleship.

Cyrez was contracted

to scale them down...

...to design a compact

hypervelocity, pulse weapon...

...most powerful assault rifle on earth.

They took millions, then

said it was impossible.

They looked real enough to me.

Maybe Cyrez found a higher bidder.

They're connected everywhere:

Defense, CIA, NSA...

...maybe even your people.

Still want to put them away?

Yes.

I'll hide you until the hearings.

No one will know where.

Not my boss, not WITSEC.

No one.

Can you do that?

The Feds knew it'd be a death sentence

for you, and let you walk right into it.

I'm stupid.

You trusted them, that's all.

Now, trust me.

This is Morehart.

We have a problem.

Go ahead. This line's secure.

The Cullen woman is still alive.

Are you serious?

It gets worse.

She has a disk.

She tried to access our program with it.

Do you have any idea the risk

I took to get this back?!

I know. She must have made a duplicate.

Then get it.

Whatever it takes!

Understood.

One other thing.

I checked her phone records.

And?

She called a woman named lsaacs.

A reporter for the Washington Herald.

I see.

You know what has to be done.

Do it.

The Joint Chiefs are ready.

I'll be right there. Thank you.

That's it. That's everything I am.

That's nothing.

It's a few numbers and some plastic.

What you are is in here.

No one can take that from you.

They'll try.

We'll stop them.

I need the rest.

That's all.

No. This.

This?

It's St. George.

It's silly, but when I was a kid I

used to have nightmares about dragons.

He watched over you.

Yeah.

Well, that's my job now.

Get some sleep.

We leave at dawn.

Okay.

Night.

There's a place I know where

it's easy to disappear.

There's a woman there I helped.

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