A Better Way to Die Page #3

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- Are you the nervous type?

- Nobody's nervous.

Jesus, f***!

- Breakfast time. Time for breakfast.

- Yes, it is.

I've got cheddar cheese and crackers.

Danishes, doughnuts, croissants.

Beefjerky, turkey jerky, boIogna.

Tuna in springwater or oIive oiI.

- You Iike protein shakes?

- Yes.

MeaIs in themseIves.

I've got Swiss vaniIIa, chocoIate fudge.

Banana-strawberry

and my favourite orange-pineappIe.

- I'II try a chocoIate fudge today.

- Fantastic!

Who's your daddy?

What's with the piece?

My Iine of work requires it

from time to time.

''FIash. Finder of Iost sh*t.''

Say you Iost your granddaddy's watch

your daddy gave you five years ago.

I can find her for you.

Or you're Iooking for some fancy

Chinese pottery you Iost in GuatemaIa.

- I'II find that too. I find Iost sh*t.

- No sh*t?

- No, Iost sh*t.

- You hunting for something right now?

- Affirmative.

- What?

That's cIassified, soIdier.

- What did those bastards take from you?

- What didn't they take from me?

They got my car, aII my bags, my money.

- Nothing that matters.

- HoIy cow. Let me see that.

Oh my. You've got yourseIf an agenda.

A Iong-term agenda.

- Lucky Iady know it's coming?

- It'II come at her Iike a curve baII.

- Think she'II take a swing at it?

- I wish I knew.

What the f*** are you doing?

I see it.

Watch the road, man.

Worry not, Boomer boy. She'II swing

for the fences and then some.

- Home run?

- Out ofthe park, happy ending.

You've got good energy, boy.

Things are going to go your way.

Don't worry.

I'm going to stake you to a bus ticket.

- We've got to get you to this girI.

- You're aII right, FIash.

Hey, FIash, is there any speciaI reason

you're driving ...

... 400 miIes an hour?

Affirmative.

It's recentIy come to my attention -

- a carIoad of feIIers

has been traiIing me.

FeIIers. ProfessionaIs. Assassins.

- It's hard to teII.

- Assassins?

You knowwhat?

You can just Iet me out up here.

Look, drop me off. PuII over.

No stopping untiI the next town.

You wait untiI the next town,

or you can jump out right now.

Give me the phone.

- Where? What?

- Press the green button.

Green button.

HeIIo?

FIash?

He's got his hand fuII at the moment.

You've got the wrong guy, Iady.

My name isn't Harry.

- Just put the speakerphone ...

- One second.

Put it down there.

Just put it back in the cyIinder.

No, EngIish, sweetheart.

Whoever answeredsounds Iike Harry.

I thought maybe you found him.

- Not yet, Mrs JeIIybeIIvetus.

- GeIefaveta.

Where are you?

Right now I'm hauIing ass,

heading north going up to MiddIetown.

Did you check that number in Chicago?

Yes. Somejerk named Rifkin

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