Phantom Boy Page #2

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- This is car 12 calling headquarters.

- Go ahead, car 12.

I need back up urgently. I repeat, urgently.

Officer attacked

and threatened with a firearm.

I'm at the port, Quay Four.

I'll send a team,

but we're overwhelmed right now.

What's going on with the lights?

It's pitch black here.

It's the same everywhere.

There's a warrant out for a disfigured man

wearing a hat and a raincoat.

He's taken the whole city hostage.

It must be very unpleasant to die

out here in the rain like this...

Lieutenant Tanner.

But I hate it when people

stick their noses in my business.

You almost blew the whole operation,

you idiots. Let's go back.

Mayor, all the lights are out. Even outside.

I can see that, Elaine. And get that

thing out of my face, for God's sake.

Elaine, get me the governor right away.

And the feds. And get me...

Hello.

It's a pleasure to talk to the man

who will make me immensely rich.

- Is this a joke?

- A joke? I hope it made you laugh.

Who are you? Who am I talking to?

I've sent a particularly dangerous

virus through the internet.

It has already infiltrated

all the city's networks and computers.

This time, it only turned the lights out,

but that was just a warning.

- You're responsible for this disaster?

- You call that little blackout a disaster?

Oh, no.

You ain't seen nothing yet, my friend,

because what will follow will be a cataclysm.

You're talking to the mayor of New York city.

Stop this game right now.

If this is a game, I make the rules.

Right now, the virus

is patiently biding its time.

But tomorrow, at midnight,

it will wake up and destroy everything.

No more government,

no more Wall Street, nothing.

New York will be sent back to the Stone Age.

But, you can stop all this for $1 billion.

$1 billion? Are you out of your mind?

I'm warning you, you'll regret this.

I make the threats here.

I'll send you the bank account number.

Oh, my dear friends, do you smell that?

- It must be the fish I made for lunch.

- I think it's the stink of wet dog.

No, you cretins. Are you kidding me?

It's the sweet smell of success.

The sweet perfume of victory

is tickling our triumphant nostrils.

Officer down. Call the paramedics, quick.

Sir, can you hear me?

Stay with me, understand?

I saw him...

The guy they're looking for.

- I must warn the others.

- We're going to the hospital. It's okay.

It was him... The man with the broken face.

I have to go...

Don't worry, we'll take care of you.

Doctor, any news on Lieutenant Tanner?

He's in rough shape,

but only his leg is broken.

- So he'll pull through?

- We'll monitor him until he wakes up.

But he was lucky.

Had his femoral artery been damaged,

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