Heatstroke Page #4

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Maybe we won't get along.

I could toss your ass in jail

for busting up that bar.

Selfdefense.

Tell it to the judge.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney.

My rank's Captain, Sheriff.

So, Captain. Your buddies with the bats.

When'd you see 'em last?

In the bar. Why?

Gone. Missing.

I don't know anything about it.

What's a Special Ops team doing here?

Looking for Osama.

Ah, Captain. Me no dumb local savage.

Me all the time talk, talk pretty good.

Me study criminology at UCLA.

Okay. Here's the truth. I lead a special detail

that's been sent here to find extraterrestrial life.

So? Why didn't you say so?

Why do I bother?

Look, Captain. If I wanted to hear crap

about space aliens, I'd talk to my grandma.

Why, has she seen 'em?

Oh, yeah. She sees 'em all the time

on the T set.

They watch her. Keep her awake at nights.

Maybe you'd like to talk to her.

Yeah, I would.

Don't yank my chain.

Uncle Sam better vouch for you

or we're not gonna be friends. Hear me?

Loud and clear.

Al and Jill. You start at HQ and head south.

Romeo, go east. I'm going north.

Mental, scan wide with the drone. Al.

Al, any Tau Seven reading yet? Over.

Says onepointfour here, Steve,

and it's getting stronger.

Stay on it. Out.

Ultralight picked up a hot spot somewhere

north of here, but couldn't lock down its position.

O'Bannon to Romeo. I need a temp wrap.

Over.

O'Bannon to Romeo. Check in.

What've you got? Over.

Uh, Romeo here. Still nothing.

Tau Seven level is pointzerothree.

Bloody amazing.

A real live E.T. could be out here

and we could make the first contact.

What do we say to it?

Well, I don't imagine an alien life

form's gonna speak English.

NNow, just go with me here.

What's the first thing you'd ask him?

How you say cold beer in alien?

How're you holding up?

I keep telling myself,

God does everything for a reason.

All creatures great and small.

ven creatures from other worlds.

I still can't get my head around it.

It's a mindblower.

Yeah. And we found it.

Something to tell our kids about.

Oh, kids. What, you know something I don't?

Sir, no, sir. Purely hypothetical.

We don't need to reopen the

children discussion. Do we?

Unless you want to.

Hey, Jill. Aliens were here.

Partying.

What have we got here?

Relax, tough guy. It's dead.

Alfeaten.

That's one big ugly bug.

And radioactive.

Hmm, what do you do, Lieutenant?

I hunt down Martians.

Oh, really? Hmm, that's so cool.

Well, actually, I chase itsybitsy traces

of weird radiation.

You bet. It's a rush.

Here we go. Bird's up.

Scanning for Tau Seven and finding bugger all.

Bird's not seeing any Tau Seven.

You sure you fixed it?

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