Cyborg 2 Page #5

Money?

I got job for you.

Good work for cyborg.

Top dollar.

Hey, buddy. Got a light?

This is a very big gun.

It makes very big holes.

I get the point.

Put these on.

Behind you.

Your pretty little mate.|Where is she, inside?

She's gone, man.

I didn't realize|you were so tired of living.

What the f***? Don't!

Don't kill me, man.

Whas the magic word?

-Please.|-Please.

Please, please what?

Please don't kill me.

Oh, I do like a boy with manners.

You beckon the doorman|and you keep your hole shut.

-Your girlfriens close, isn't she?|-You got me.

Can I help you?

Just conducting a little inquest

here in your

beautiful, beautiful Kosk parlour.

You're no cop.

Colt?

Colt, you down there?

Colt!

Have a seat.

I'll stand if you don't mind.

Please!

Okay.

Cuff yourself to that bar.

Give it a nice little tug.

Cigarette?

Yeah.

Oh, so sorry.

I don't have any.

You're a spook, man.|You know that?

You need some|serious f***ing therapy.

Oh, but is so much fun

to watch, isn't it?

I guess so.

I have

unusually sensitive skin.

We must guard continually against

infections.

They do cause complications.

I knew Pinwheel was cutting costs,|but they must be really desperate

to bring you in.

Where do you hail from,|Mr. Ricks?

New Orleans.

Have you ever been to

the magical Far East?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

You really should get out more,|Mr. Ricks.

Travel really does|broaden the mind.

Now...

Are you going to tell me

where she is?

I told you I have no idea|where she is.

Little boy Colten|has lost his mate

and doesn't fancy a look.

But, Master Bench

and his bloody henchmen

must hang

his head

on a hook.

What the hell is that?

Thas the third eye.

They say to me that|it does help you see

far into the future.

Sh*t.

No, no, do not cover it up.|Is a

liquid crystal base, very

very sensitive to the light.

You see?

Otherwise is going|to burn a furrow deep,

deep, deep into|your corpus colossus

and then you're going to be in

a desperate state.

All this fun has just left me

limp with excitement.

I believe I'm going to join you

in your peaceful slumber.

You have pleasant dreams,|Mr. Ricks.

I think we're coming around, yes?

Hello, my name is Tea.

Would you like Miss Chen|with your cream?

Re-code logical

and pattern back.

Entry first

subject.

Who... who is you,|greeting me?

And I am?

-Miss Chen.|-Who has offered you...?

Cream...

for my tea.

And if you don't like cream?

I'll take it black, thank you.

Well, it doesn't appear|to be any serious

damage.

Now, VEM replication.|I want optical memory playback.

You've been a naughty girl.

Is in my program.

It appears as if Pinwheel|has planted a bomb in you.

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