2047: Sights of Death Page #3

what the Confederation is cooking up

after your harebrained suicidal plea.

They're already there, Ryan.

It's even Asimov.

Asimov.

That's major trouble.

- Well, let's rock and roll.

- No. No, son. I know him.

There's no half measures with him.

He's buried plenty of kids like you.

Well, maybe it just means that I've figured

something out that he feels exposed,

- or he wouldn't come here personally.

- F***, Ryan.

Now, you listen to me.

This is a not a war you can win in a day.

I've learned that the hard way.

First on active duty, and then being locked

up in rat holes like this all on my own.

You don't always have to shoot

an elephant to bring home dinner.

Mass graves are usually blown apart.

If they found one, it's because something

didn't work, or else there's a trap.

It's probably mined like

chocolate chips in a cookie.

One of the things you have to learn to

sacrifice for the common good is heroism.

You have an hour,

so get your ass out of there right now.

Go.

Ryan, do you hear me?

Answer me, you f***!

Must be something wrong with the

transmitter. You're breaking up, Sponge.

Hey, man,

don't give me that transmitter bullshit.

You get your ass out there and bring back

that f***ing card you were sent there for.

Your mission is already accomplished!

I can't do that, Sponge.

Premises secured, Colonel.

F***!

- How are you feeling, Major?

- Good, sir.

You two, downstairs. Check the entrance.

Colonel, I think you need to

come up and take a look at this.

Copy that.

- Coogan?

- Sir.

- Aren't you cold?

- No, sir.

Are you not afraid your dick will freeze?

Your fly is open. Can you fix it?

Yes, Colonel.

Yes.

Well, looks like he was expecting us.

Sure. It's supposed to scare us.

That doesn't work on me.

Hell can't be that bad.

At least it's warm there.

Colonel, we have guests.

Ah.

Gentlemen, at ease.

Is that how you appreciate punctuality?

We're friends.

Drop the toy, sweetheart, or I'll shove

it up your ass and use the silencer.

Colonel,

you had a band of mercenaries come here?

Major, we need a map,

and a plan of action.

Can you take care of it?

But Colonel...

No questions asked. Just do it.

How have you been, Colonel?

Well, I'm having a ball.

I don't read. I don't mingle.

I don't like TV.

I keep asking myself,

why do I love this job so much,

and what the hell happened

to bloody romance?

Who is the blonde babe you came in with?

Uh, her dad was a buddy of mine in

Special Forces. He never came back, so.

Are you banging her?

You ever think without your dick?

No.

- Well.

- You've changed, Colonel.

You're gonna tell me we're doing all

this just because of one lousy rebel?

Let's talk outside.

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