Red Scorpion Page #2

nothing but trouble.

I gave him my word.

It's beautiful, man.

Just beautiful beyond words.

One day the oppression will end.

This land will be returned to us.

And we will live... as free men.

Aw, God! Real Cuban delicacies, huh?

Man, what I'd give for a bacon

cheeseburger right now.

Wash it down with an ice cold

glass of beer.

F***ing A.

When we arrive at Porto Silva...

there will be a celebration

and much feasting.

Beer too.

F***ing A.

Do the Americans all swear so much

as you do?

As a matter of fact, in America

an American can swear whenever...

where, however much he

or she f***ing well pleases.

A little something we call freedom

of speech...

which I'm sure you Russians

aren't real familiar with.

We are free to swear.

Well, yippidee f***!

Guess I had you bastards figured out

totally wrong after all.

I'll take the first watch.

Sh*t!

Sh*t! Piss. Sh*t.

Noisy little f***.

Come on. Porto Silva,

just over the rise.

Come on, man. Don't poop out on us now.

You'll be food for the buzzards.

They are not for us.

Mother of God.

There is a new terror

in the African bloodland.

The Russians have sent the dreaded

Hind gunship.

Yesterday we saw it's graceful flight

above the highlands.

Today we see it's effect.

Clearly the execution of

Kallunda Kintash...

Was meant to coincide

with the extermination of his village.

The intruders have learned

the secret of horror.

Kill a soldier and his comrades

will hunt you down.

But kill his children...

kill the body and the mind

will surely die.

I now know the true meaning of... loathing.

You murdering bastards.

Little Tufeela, have you seen

my Noe Kossongo?

Kallunda...

Noe...

Kallunda...

Noe...

They came this morning.

There are many dead. Many.

Sundata?

He left last night. They missed him.

Killer! Killer! Killer!

Looks like the killing machine

is breaking down.

Don't worry about it, man.

Everything breaks down in Africa.

Bushman.

You're losing it.

Nobody ever sees a bushman.

I saw one at Cuamo Base.

I don't think so.

Cold! Cold!

Real nice, Kallunda.

About as graceful as a f***ing rock.

So what's with you, pal?

Big brother never teach you to swim?

Take it off. Take if all off.

Squeeze that trigger once more,

senor and we kill him.

Your move, comrade.

Shitty odds,... no?

Elano.

Kallunda

Where is your American friend?

Oh, sh*t.

What are you doing down in the water?

Oh, I figured if you were

gonna be a martyr,

somebody'd have to write about it.

Another one of the bastards.

Up in the rocks.

Stop! Stop!

Nikolar... He is with us. A deserter.

You will not be harmed.

It is good to see you, my friend.

Sundata will be very pleased.

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