Dishonored Page #5

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(Strikes keys)

Let me play it for you.

(Plays series of jarring notes)

I don't know what this code means.

But I have an idea that each note might

mean the death of a thousand soldiers.

(# Plays sombre melody)

My poor composition.

I worked so hard on it, and now it's in ashes.

- I destroy everything dangerous to Russia.

- I'm next, I suppose?

You know the fate of spies

when they're caught.

How many more hours

does my fate allow me?

You have until dawn.

This is quite a feather in your cap, isn't it?

For three days and nights,

I've had no other thought but to find you.

And now I've caught you.

Isn't it strange I'd give a lot to undo it?

Why don't you let me go, then?

Don't be absurd.

Is there any other wish I can grant?

- Yes.

- What is it?

I'd like to share

my last few hours on earth with you.

Do you think you can fool me

as easily as you did the adjutant?

I give you my word of honour that

I no longer want anything but to be with you.

It's easy to grant you almost anything.

I think I'm falling madly in love with you.

The more you cheat and the more you lie,

the more exciting you become, X-27.

I wish this night could last forever.

It will be dawn soon.

I don't understand why you should choose

a road that leads to such a death.

Not a bad death, to die for my country.

It's better than gas or the river.

What has gas or the river to do with you?

Nothing. Now.

Let's not talk of death any more.

This is our last drink together.

What shall we drink to?

- To love.

- To love and excitement.

To love and excitement.

- What did you put into this wine?

- Only a few drops of sleep.

You think you can get away?

Here!

Where are you going? Where's your pass?

Ink's still wet, huh?

I wish I were an officer. Go ahead.

(# Plays jarring composition)

Your plane will leave for Vienna

in two hours.

- Name?

- Nikolai Chemochenko.

Division?

Won't talk, eh? Next.

- Name.

- Ivan Petrov.

Division?

Won't talk. Next.

- Name.

- Ivorich Chernovy.

Division?

These birds are a gabby lot.

Next!

- Name.

- (lndistinct response)

Division.

Next.

Your name?

Won't even give your name, eh?

Division?

All right, sir, as you like.

Bring in the next batch.

Come on, step up.

- Name?

- Hassan Martinko.

Division?

- Name?

- Nikolai Abramov.

Take a look at this.

Division!

Next!

Name, please.

- Name!

- (lndistinct response)

Well, that looks like a catch.

May I question that officer

who refused to give his name?

Certainly. Will you come back here,

Colonel?

You don't remember me, do you?

I've never seen you before.

You have a very faulty memory for a spy.

- You're mistaken.

- How do you explain this, Colonel?

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