Barb Wire Page #4

You sold half those

Congressional IDs yourself.

Moi? Bullshit arrests?

Two of my men are dead.

Now granted, they were

homicidal thugs, but they were my men.

What makes you think

resistance was involved?

Why? Do you have any

other information I should know about?

Of course not.

Of course not.

That's sexual harassment, Chief.

Listen, Barbara Kopetsky,

we can play this

cat and mouse game all night long.

But I have

more important things on my mind.

Now, where the hell is William Krebs?

Never heard of him.

Why are your men watching him?

That's classified police business.

I can tell you he was resistance

and the Congressionals have

a million dollar bounty on his head.

So if someone knew where Krebs was,

I can make it worth their while.

Goodbye, Willis.

Okay.

By the way, we're expecting

some distinguished visitors tomorrow.

A Congressional delegation

out of Washington

including First Directorate,

Colonel Victor Pryzer.

-Might bring them by the Hammerhead.

-Their money will be welcome.

You don't know Victor Pryzer.

Speaking of money, I don't have to

make more arrests for the usual 3000.

1500...

I better go downstairs

checking some more IDs.

-Two grand.

-Darling.

-30 bucks for the cognac.

-Add it to my tab, Miss Kopetski.

Miss Kopetski died in the war.

I'm Barb Wire.

Some cigarettes and a drink,

then I'll be fine.

Give me a goddamn drink!

You, you or you!

Just give me my drink!

-Sir, we're not open yet.

-You've had enough already.

Blow me!

Camille... package check.

Get her off of me!

That's Camille. She works here.

Camille, sit.

-You don't wanna see her roll over.

-No, no, no.

Good. Camille, outside.

-Have a nice day.

-Yes, ma'am.

Willis, what's with the monkey suit?

You know how uniforms

impress the Congressionals.

The delegation arrived this morning.

Look lively.

They could be here any minute.

Excuse me, Barb.

-My table?

-Best in the house, as you requested.

Just keep them away

from the weapons check.

We don't want our customers from

the United Front trying to get even.

I think you'll find our guests

from Washington command more respect.

You're confusing respect with fear.

Speak of the devil.

They are punctual,

I'll give them that.

You'll join us for a drink later.

On my tab, of course.

Fat chance!

Colonel Pryzer. Alexander Willis,

Director of Police Operations.

Welcome to Steel Harbor.

Wipe that smile off your face, Willis.

This burnt-out hellhole is

the last place on earth I want to be!

If it wasn't

for your almost complete incompetence,

I wouldn't be here in the first place,

would I?

Yes. Needless to say,

we had intended to have both Krebs

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