Heatstroke Page #3

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in that son of a b*tch. Give me the rifle.

Hey. Yeah. You're not a paparazzi.

You're military.

Did you walk here?

Hey, let me, let me, let me help.

No, uh, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you a military, too?

NNo. I'm a model trying desperately to get

to the other side of the camera.

And this is my big chance.

I mean, it took me two years to convince

these people to let me manage my own shoot.

And you fly in and break the camera?

I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose.

You have to make this right.

How am I gonna do that?

Have Uncle Sam reimburse me for

the broken equipment, the lost time.

My uncle's cheap.

I don't think he's gonna write you a check.

Well, then cash, cash is fine.

Don't you coMander types carry tons

of money for emergencies?

Where'd you see that? CNNNN?

So you're not gonna help me.

Hey, I don't know. I got about twentytwo bucks

in my wallet. You're welcome to that.

Hey. Just, why don't you at least let me

give you a ride home?

It's definitely organic.

I was sure I had it wrong.

I ran it six times, but it's not wrong.

Cells from the claw,

the genetic material is not DNNA.

Totally different nucleotides.

It's real. Real what?

Evidence. NNothing on the planet has a

biochemistry like this.

What, we found ourselves a piece E.T.?

Steve, this is amazing. It's ridiculous.

Ridiculous? You don't believe us.

I don't believe the timing.

You're just trying to save your jobs.

We wouldn't make it up, Major.

NNo, Steve, it's all right.

That's absurd. This is no hoax.

Well, then they're misreading their data.

They're just seeing what they want to see.

No. Believe me, I didn't want to see what I saw.

Because my faith says it's impossible.

Your what?

I believe God made man in his own image.

And his gift of life to Earth is unique.

Alien life can't exist.

But we found it.

And now I have to accept it.

Stand by.

You didn't have to keep it a secret.

I wasn't sure you wanted someone around

with the Good Book in her pocket.

A Jesus freak now believes in spacemen.

Hallelujah. Must be true.

You be Scully, I'll be Mulder.

You wanted evidence, you've got it.

A couple of weird cells doesn't mean

we've got Martians running around.

I'm telling you, this is a breakthrough.

Can you imagine the media response?

If I'm right, and you were too pigheaded

to go check it out?

Gatecrash is a mile above top secret.

You go public, I'll skin you alive.

You mess this up, you'll get fed to the wolves.

So why risk it? Let's go see what they've got.

Morning.

Mornin', Sheriff.

I don't like Sheriff. Call me Angel.

NNo wiseass comments, no funny face.

Maybe we'll get along, Mister?

O'Bannon. Steve.

What's your rank, Steve?

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