Reign Of Fire Page #3

No.

I just thought

if we could hang on,

somehow we'd make it

through.

This is a national civil defense

alert for all who can hear this...

...no choice but to authorize

the use of nuclear weapons...

The sole survivor was

a 12-year-old boy...

Roger that.

I'm going in.

Stay high on my...

Charge all weapons.

Hey, Barlow,

I've got voices.

Ajay, what are you smoking?

...I'm not messing

with you, Barlow.

Take a look.

A look at what?

She's not moving.

Forget the bird

and use the scope, you wanker.

Oh, dear.

Creedy!

Creedy!

...I've got to go.

All right, lads,

this isn't a drill!

Move it along!

Get those out.

One to Creedy.

Another one to Jared!

Here's Creedy's.

All right, all right!

Come on, then! Come on!

Extra shells!

Come on!

We haven't got all day!

Marauders.

Years since we've seen them.

Well,

look on the bright side.

At least we're not alone.

Oh.

Only one thing worse

than a dragon...

Americans.

Oh, what a dump.

Who's in charge?!

Well, that would be you,

then.

Anything happens,

you know what to do.

Uh, no.

I have no idea.

Me neither.

That's a big tank.

You responsible

for this place?

Who are you?

Name's Van Zan,

Kentucky Irregulars.

You're a long way from home,

Van Zan. You lost?

Rebuilt a National Guard C5A.

Flew it 8,000 miles on 2

engines and tried to set it down

on the old strip

outside of Manchester.

Lost 122 men

and most of my fuel.

We need shelter and a place

to refit artillery.

We'll be out of your hair

by 1800 hours tomorrow.

That's a good story, especially

the bit about the plane,

but there hasn't been anything

in the air for 20 years.

That's their territory.

It's my territory.

It's your territory.

They're just rentin' it.

Turn around, Van Zan.

Don't be a fool.

We can do this easy...

or we can do it

real easy.

You try it.

You ever seen one of these?

Not many men have.

Got it off the first one

I killed.

The plane was better.

So now you're

a dragon killer.

That's not even original.

It was in a wheat field

just south of Coffeyville,

Kansas.

It was late November.

It's a month of mist.

And we were caught

in the open.

The sun was setting

behind us.

There was nowhere to run.

Twice it came in on us,

and twice it missed

the heart of us.

And that's when I had

an epiphany.

You see, they have

great vision... in the day.

And they have

even better vision at night.

But in the failing light,

they can't focus.

Magic hour.

Coffeyville.

It's etched

in American history

because the outlaw Dalton boys

were killed there.

Ordinary townsfolk rose up

and took 'em down.

Maybe you're the Dalton boys.

No, no...

we're the townsfolk.

You try anything...

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