Mechanic: Resurrection Page #4

for a man like you.

- I already have a job.

- What job?

You.

Le the man pray.

There he comes.

He's right below us, bring up the net.

What the f***'?

You'r looking for someone?

give me my call.

Bishop survived.

- Hello, Arthur.

- happy now?

Nice work on Krill

Do something I wouldn't kill you

Put Gina on

- Here's your boyfriend

- Hi.

- How are you holding up?

- Okay.

Crain wanted me to let you know

That you have36 hours to eliminate the

next target or they will eliminate me.

Well, these is all very sweet, Arthur.

But you heard what she said.

You need to pick up the pace.

This is your next kill, Adrian Cook.

Did Bishop tell you where he got this?

It belonged to his father.

I never saw him take it off..never

You know, I wasn't sure there's anything in the world

that could break Arthur untill I saw you wear his watch

Now I know that He will do anything for you.

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

In the heart of Downtown Sydney at the top of

a 58 story highrise .

Is a penthouse suite run by Adrian Cook

In miling with nimble [?] millionaires.

Few people know that he originally made his fortune

in human trafficking.

Specialized in under-age sex workers.

He has plenty of man-power to protect him, Of course.

But that's the least of it.

There you go. Sydney Opera House

In Harbor bridge.

Cook's Paranoia is only trumped by his ego.

Exhibit A. His cantilever pool.

The walls and floors are all concrete

3 feet thick.

Every door is made of 6inch

nickel-chromium steel.

That's like 12 armor plates

And the biometric sensors

and RENDnet access points are impossible to hack.

It's a fortress in the sky.

Mr. Clark. I'm glad to meet you,

shall we?

so each room

has over300 square meters.

From this one you get to see the sunset.

Specifications are all in the brochure.

Let me tell you the details.

Excuse me. Hello?

Sorry about that, so where were we?

- You were about to tell me about the floor

- Yes.

It's not good (mumbles)

Now, I gotta go.

Billionaire Adrian Cook felt a [?] 76 floors death

this morning

when the gloves pool of his sydney penthouse collapsed.

- Give him his call.

- Good.

Police spoken of His death as a tragic accident

effectingly felt wide

Hi. Your watch has stopped.

I think it's a sign.

Maybe it just needs a mend.

Closer.

B*tch.

- Hello?

- It's the harbor master's office?

- Yes, it is.

- My name is Tom Silver.

Some bastard in a bloody grave yard just screwed my vessel.

I have the home number

but my Insurance needs the owner's details .

- Okay, Go on.

- WRX-489-674-22-39.

one moment. Yes, I have the details.

The vessle's permanent biers (?) is in sydney harbour

on pier 7

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