The Blood Bond Page #2

You look like a spy.

Maybe C. I.A.?

Guess again.

What's that?

I said, guess again.

It's okay.

We like American.

America support the PLM, yes?

I don't know. And I don't care.

What about you? Do you support the PLM?

I used to...

What?

before they started

with the suicide bombs...

and killing innocent women and children.

Say that again.

I don't want any trouble!

Are you alright?

Mr. Trinh's office is just up here.

Hey, he's downstairs.

Really?

I didn't need you help.

Yeah,

you look like

you had everything under control.

What don't you get?

Why can't you understand.

I'm not your man.

I'm not the volunteering type.

You might not appreciate

the teachings of the Bagwun.

And you might not fully understand

the implications all of this...

Just save it!

Look, I...

I used to be like you.

But not anymore.

And the only thing that...

I'm called on to do in this life...

is to look after myself.

This is bigger than one man's life.

This is more important than you or me.

I'm not putting my ass on the line

for him or anyone else.

Not anymore.

Why are you following me?

Because I have my duty, as you have yours.

You know you are wasting your time

with that sh*t on me

Hey John, it's been a long time.

How're you doing?

Doing alright Niko. How you been?

What have you been up to?

Fighting the good fight. Who's your friend?

She is just a hooker. What's going on?

Lompoc. He wants to talk to you.

Really...

Ok, eh...

When?

Now.

Well, I got some other things

I'm doing today.

Tell him I'll catch up with him

later in the week.

Well, to be perfectly honest with you, John

it's not really a request...

Drop the AK, Niko!

Drop it!

- What are you doing?

- Put the gun down!

Hey, John!

Put it down!

Calm down, John!

Ok, here! here...

I put it down... Ok!

Ok!

Put your hands up!

Hands up!

Get them up!

I had seen guns before,

but never a man shot in cold blood.

Go! Get out of here! Go! Go!

And I wondered to myself,

who was this John Tremayne?

Come on!

Get in!

They're heading south...

What's going on?

Where did you learn to fight like that?

I was trained from childhood

to be a Bharmaja.

A what?

A protector for the Bagwun.

It's my family's duty.

My father was the last Protector.

And now I must carry on the tradition.

So it's a ceremonial position?

As a Bharmaja,

my duties will only end...

when all men are liberated by

forgiveness and compassion.

Good luck with that.

I'm sure it is hard for you to comprehend.

A female bodyguard without a weapon?

No, I... get it.

All that matters is the Bagwun is in danger

and now we must save him.

What is it?

We're being followed.

Floor it!

Pull over!

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