24 Hours to Live Page #3

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Christopher.

I'm sorry.

St. Christopher.

Eleven letters.

Nicely done. Thank you.

My son's name.

Really?

What happened?

You miss your flight?

Canceled.

1:
00 P.M. tomorrow.

Damn.

I thought I had it bad.

Got about 6 1/2 hours to kill.

I know a much better

restaurant than this.

Can I take you out to dinner?

All right.

Let's settle up here.

What happened to your hand?

A work accident.

A work accident?

That sounds suspicious.

What do you do?

What do you do?

I think I'm starting

to like you,

so I don't want to answer that.

So you're a stripper.

No.

No, no.

Let's just say that, um...

My company tries to convince

people to buy things

by persuading them

they can't live without them.

And is that what you're doing

right now?

Trying to convince me to buy?

I don't think of myself

as a product,

and I certainly don't

think of you as a customer.

Don't you have someone

back home?

I did.

I lost my wife and son

a year ago this week.

Hey, Jim.

Yeah, I got the target location.

Hey, salesman!

Let me call you back.

I was just leaving you

a message.

Shut up!

On your knees.

All right, lin,

put the gun down.

Everything's all right...

Knees! Now!

All right... yes, yes, yes!

Now!

I miss you, daddy.

When are you coming home?

You're welcome, a**hole.

Love you, pal.

I'm sorry.

We have a heartbeat.

Help me!

What's his name?

Do you want him back or not?

What's his f***ing name?

Travis.

Travis. Travis.

My name is Helen.

I'm a doctor.

Just follow the sound

of my voice.

Just stay here with me.

It's all going to be okay.

His pulse is stabilizing.

Just stay here with me, Travis.

There we go.

You're doing well.

Hey, man.

What the hell's going on?

The interpol agent...

She shot you.

Do you remember?

She killed you.

And we just brought you back

from the abyss, my friend.

That's impossible.

Well, it's not, actually.

Red mountain, they've been

developing this procedure

for years now.

And you wouldn't believe

what they've done

to make this work.

Truth is, some of it's

pretty f***ed up,

and...

it's classified.

What do you mean

it's classified?

How come you didn't tell me?

Top clearance, Travis.

Or, quite simply,

because you hadn't

been killed yet.

Moments prior to your death,

you made a call

stating that you knew

the location of the safe house

where Keith zera is making

his deposition.

Do you remember the location?

We've less than two hours

before he makes his deposition.

This information is vital.

1220 longmarket, room 102.

You're certain of that?

Yeah.

Good.

This f***ing procedure

is finally paying off.

This is on you. Kill zera.

Personally.

Personally?

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