Ghosts of Mars Page #4

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it's a bit different.

Perhaps a connoisseur like yourself

would appreciate what I have to offer.

Go get the commander.

Disarm her.

Officer.

It was almost like she was...

possessed.

Like there was some kind

of force inside her.

- Who was she?

- She was a dispatch officer.

We tried to make her comfortable.

The rookies took her to a storage

room in the back of the jail.

Then the commander and I went

back outside to look around town.

- What do you think?

- That the science officer is lying.

- Tell me again about Williams.

- I didn't read the full file.

Caught him with the money,

but he said he didn't kill anybody.

- Course. They all died off right.

- Then cut their own heads off?

Put down your weapon!

Put it down!

Call Jericho.

Sergeant Jericho,

we need backup!

We're 20 southwest

of the rec-fac.

Don't open the door!

Don't let it out!

Who goes there?

I can't fight it!

It's in me!

Commander Braddock!

There's a man in there.

Open it.

The lock is destroyed.

I gonna need a cutting torch.

How long?

At least half an hour,

maybe more.

What the f***

is going on here?

He committed suicide.

Before he slit his throat,

he yelled something...

something like, "Stay away!

Don't open the door.

Stay away."

And now

the commander's gone.

Maybe he was contagious.

Or crazy.

I don't know.

I say we take him at his word

and leave him locked in.

Look, one of us has

to stay with the rookies.

Why don't you go back to the jail?

I'll find the commander.

Let's get the hell

out of this place.

There's nothing we can do

for this guy.

You're right.

Okay, let's go.

Drop the weapon before

I cut this dyke b*tch head off!.

What the f*** happened?

Bashira let him out

for some food.

Let me guess.

You unshackled him.

- What do you want, Williams?

- I wanna get the f*** out of here.

We'll let you walk.

Just let the girl go.

You think I'm falling for that sh*t?

I can't let you take the rookie.

Take me, okay?

Put the gun down.

Put 'em down!

Drop your gun, Descanso.

Yeah, drop the gun, Descanso.

Relax! Take it easy!

Just relax, relax.

- You'll get what you want.

- I know I'll get everything I want.

Now let's go.

Damn girl,

I like you already.

Sh*t.

You okay?

Just swell.

- Where's Williams?

- He took off out the air lock.

He went into the clinic.

I saw him go in

not even two minutes ago.

Let me guess.

He's got your shotgun, right?

Couldn't help it.

He was too fast.

He's still in there though.

I can see the back door from here.

All right,

you two take the back door.

I'll go in front and flush him out.

If he comes at you, shoot to kill.

Now what?

How the hell did that happen?

- Let's go.

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