Hellfighters Page #5

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- The best.

I wonder. He tells me

Dad is fine,

then he tells me it's no use

coming back for another week.

He told you he was

gonna keep him sedated.

It's the only way the doc can keep

from tangling with your old man.

That reminds me.

I have a message from Uncle Jack.

He's gonna take the blame

for my being here.

- Lomax doesn't have to...

- Buy it, will ya?

These are incredible!

Is this what they're

really like?

Kind of, yeah,

but no two are ever the same.

Come here.

I want to show you something.

This is where your dad

signs the checks,

when he gets around

to it.

From an African

tribal chief.

His presentation speech

lasted over an hour.

What he was saying was that to him,

Chance hung the moon.

My work room.

Except Chance uses it for

all the junk he collects.

This one's oddball.

Mexico.

That's live steam shooting up

under 6,000 pounds pressure.

- No oil?

- They drilled into

an underground volcano.

Chance capped that one

by himself.

- Where were you?

- In Nigeria on another job.

Chance talked them into

building a power plant.

Says it'll supply eight Mexican towns

for the next hundred years.

That's wonderful.

[Irene]

Coffee's ready!

Oh, here you are.

- Thank you.

- [Phone Rings]

Buckman Company.

From another African chief?

No, a witch doctor.

I told Chance he ought to wear it.

It improves his looks.

Just a moment.

It's Chuck Barton.

Yeah, Chuck.

Greg Parker.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Chance can't make it.

Joe and I'll handle it.

Be there in two hours.

Barton number 7,

Landry Parrish, Louisiana.

Barton number 7,

Landry Parrish, Louisiana.

Irene, pull the file on...

Tri-State Acadia

Parrish fire.

- We'll take the chopper, George.

- Right.

What's he looking at?

We keep a record of equipment we've

had manufactured all over the world.

- That's the list nearest this job.

- Is it a big fire?

Big or small,

it's money.

I'll go with you.

Uh, I don't think your father

would want that. What do you say, Joe?

No, Chance... He's kinda

funny that way, huh, Irene?

Oh, well, he does get

definite ideas about things. No!

Sorry, Tish.

Call Tri-State and tell them to roll

the entire list over to Barton 7.

Wait a minute.

- How far is New Orleans from this fire?

- About 90 miles.

I was thinking of going

to New Orleans, anyway.

I thought I could visit a friend

until I can see my father.

All right, you can use the jet.

Irene'll arrange it.

Ten thousand scattered

and fifteen miles. Thanks.

- No sweat. We're all clear.

- Bye-bye.

Joe, George.

Greg.

See ya when we get back.

Would you, uh,

like to let your friend

know you're coming?

Yes, I would.

Operator?

New Orleans information.

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