Cyborg 2 Page #4

like the Velma Unit 5 years ago.

Get a psychopath|to find a psychopath.

-You're not suggesting...|-Yes.

Yes.

Master Daniel Bench.

-Yes?|-Hello, Bench.

Yeah, well, well, well, well.

Martin Dunn of Pinwheel.

Is been a long time.|How may I

assist you?

Are you still active?

Well, if thas your|polite little way

of inquiring if|I still kill people

for a living, the answer is...

oui, oui, s, s,|oh, yes.

I'm still an equal

opportunity terminator.

I thought you may have slowed down|after the Velma incident.

Temporary setback.

You call five years "temporary"?

Oh, yeah.

The face is nicely on the mend now.

Trifle expensive, though.

But we can afford it.

An emergency has come up.|We're in need of service.

To the tune of?

Three hundred and fifty thousand

for nine hours.

Plus an additional ten percent|if the product is delivered

intact.

-Thirty percent.|-Twenty.

Come on, Dunn. Twenty five.

Surgical costs are absurd

these days.

Affirmative.

We have a Spec A, LC 7|female cyborg.

Standard anatronic|espionage model.

Plus one human. Male, 30 years.

Employee?

Instructor.|Hand to hand, small arms.

I don't know, Dunn.

You sound kind of nervous to me.

She wouldn't happen

to be an experimental model,|would she?

Thas classified.|Do you want the job, or not?

Well, times being what they are...

I thought so.

The product is wired with|a 200 mile tap.

We can vid-fax their pictures

and set up a relay right now.

Proceed.

I think id be better|if I go alone.

The hackers will be looking|for a couple, not a single.

If I'm not back in 30 minutes, meet|me in the muzeum in South Sector.

Okay.

I'm going to wait across the street|in that alley, okay?

Don't get dead.

-I'm looking for Wild Card.|-Just follow me.

You wait here.

Over here, killer.

No doubt about it.

That window will never|mess with you again.

-Nervous reflex, man.|-I forgot you're

strung pretty tight.

-Too many drugs.|-Probably.

Whas next?

Hook up with Cash

and wait for your contact.

-Okay. How will I know him?|-He'll know you.

Smart as a whip.|And remember:

Somebody somewhere|is dogging Cash's beacon.

In fact you've probably got|a wire-tapper

on your tail right now.

Wire-tapper?

Professional cyborg tracker.

Keeps the escape classified.

They're well-paid

and I never met one who wasn't|a borderline psychopath.

-What are my chances?|-Hell, kid.

I'm amazed you're still breathing.

You're a sweetie.

Where you learn speak Chinese?

I was trained.

Trained for what?

What you want to know?

-How much time do I have?|-You got friend?

Yes.

He's waiting for me.

A sharp field.

Very strong charge.

How you got such strong energy?

You need money?

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