War, Inc. Page #2

sustained aerial bombardment...

there's the same urgent call for urban renewal.

When did they start attacking inside the Emerald City?

I wouldn't call that an attack.

Well, technically, that was a bombing.

At least it sounded like it was.

Not an attack, which would imply something else.

Do you really think I'm as bad as all this?

- I don't know anything about you.

- Would you like to?

It's my job.

You make it sound so tedious. Could be fun.

- Then why don't I begin?

- Thought you'd never ask.

Would you excuse me for one minute?

- Call me soon.

- When?

You'll feel it.

- All righty then. Where were we?

- I haven't said anything yet.

Excellent, 'cause I don't remember hearing anything.

- Then we're off to a great start.

- What can I do for you?

Why do I have access? Even on such a low level.

Ouch.

All my writings have called this

a violation of international law...

and its practitioners are criminals.

Do you really believe all the stuff you write?

Anyone who could cause this much

mayhem when he didn't have to?

The amount of suffering that I've seen?

Hang on.

Okay. Hold on a sec.

But the way I look at it is this.

The day we can actually feel and

hear all the suffering of mankind...

that's the day when the Christ will come back.

So we got that going for us. I'll be out in a minute.

Or the Buddha, or Allah, whoever floats your boat.

Ms. Hagenhazel.

- Call me Natalie.

- Natalie.

I really must run. I feel like we're

on the verge of something important.

Do you think we could continue

this conversation over drinks?

- Drinks?

- Yeah, I know a friendly place.

Marsha, will you set that up? 9, 10-ish?

Unattended cars will be crushed and incinerated.

Hello, sir. Welcome to Popeye's. How can I help you?

I'll have crawfish etouffee, the Big

Flava chicken sandwich with Boss Sauce...

and to top off my meal, a frothy orange drink.

- I'm here to see the viceroy.

- Sir.

Don't mention his name. Follow me!

Okay!

Let's go, boys. One, two, one, two march!

- He's not here?

- Closed circuit, sir.

Welcome to liberated Turaqistan, Hauser.

Big fan. Have been for ages.

Sorry for the secret identity bullshit...

but it's a brave new security.

I'll be contacting you by phone,

but if you wish to contact me...

you'll have to come here to the bunker, 'kay?

Omar Sharif. He's staying at the Freedom

Grand through the closing ceremony.

Make sure he doesn't make his plane.

Got it.

Now, about this closing ceremony...

It looks like we Yonica Babyyeah

wedding. Incredible, huh?

What is a Yonica Babyyeah?

The Britney Spears of Central Asia.

Kids from Baca to Yemen are nuts for her.

Anyway. The point is...

this weddin' is the grand finale of the trade show.

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