Riddick Page #2

I was getting attached to her.

Now where is my box at?

The name is Santana!

Shot-caller for this crew right here!

I am the guy who knows all,

sees all, beats all...

Spitting it kind of strong, ain't he?

Got to bait the trap.

I've come all this way

to collect your head in a box!

Right here!

So have yourself a fine day now,

Mr. Richard B. Riddick!

I suspect

it will be one of your very last!

Yeah, well, you don't need to agitate

Riddick any more than, you know.

Any more than bringing his head back

in a box would?

Sh*t. Here comes the neighborhood.

Small world.

Unidentified vessel,

this is Clan Vagos out of Ursa Five.

Be advised that we are on the ground now

and have responded to

an emergency signal.

No distress found, no need to land.

I repeat, there is no reason for you

to land at this location at this time.

Is that clear?

No reason for you to land

at this location at this time.

What the f*** did I just say?

It was a long haul.

We could take on some water.

Wouldn't mind a little

true-gravity time either.

Like I was saying, I've got this.

You knew who that was, right?

On the emergency beacon?

Wouldn't be here if I didn't.

The concept of back-up

still has no appeal to you?

My besties here can ball with anyone.

No disrespect for your crew, of course,

who look strong, too,

in those matchy-matchy outfits.

Sh*t. Didn't know there was a dress code.

Yeah, right?

Well, it's not my intention

to jump another man's claim.

If you don't mind,

maybe we'll just pull up a chair

and spectate for a while.

What if I do?

Well, this is a co-op station, pal.

It's open to all Mercs.

- By the way, my name is...

- "Too late. "

That's your name. "Too Late. "

And I don't need you stepping

all over my dick here, my friend.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I won't lift a finger to help

until you come ask me for it. How's that?

I was scoping this out earlier.

It's a cave system. Five clicks south.

Might be worth a look.

Hey, Too Late.

Need to pull a node from your ship

and store it right here

next to mine. Okay?

Really? Why is that?

Riddick triggered the beacon

to get off-world, right?

Basically, he was calling a taxi.

And...

And a ship would make

a sweet trap, right?

Confined space, metal walls, jail cell.

Is cool, huh?

Is it true half the people you meet

are below average intelligence?

Got to make sure the ship stays

grounded when he comes for them, okay?

Come on.

Dahl, pull a node from the ship.

I'll do it...

Ooh!

Ooh...

Any time now, Riddick.

I'm telling you, this is total overkill.

What? Eleven of us out here now?

Should have been a four-man op, tops.

You are jinxing our janx, man.

And that ain't cool.

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