High Moon Page #3

No, I'm not.

Has it occurred to you

that being raised by a brother

who's a mind-reading swami

ruined my ability

to tell a convincing lie?

Or it made you better.

You're really committing

to this moonflower story.

The whole moon could be a plant.

It could've spent

the last billion years

squeezing its little plant parts

as hard as it can

to sprout

that one single flower.

And this might be the only point

for another billion years

to prove it,

but you won't

unclench long enough

to even consider it.

Validating your hallucinations

would only make me

seem collusive or desperate,

and I'm already gonna look bad

just talking to you.

To who?

Contact with your brother was

an absolute breach of protocol.

We've already had

this discussion, general.

Your brother showing up alive

is a game-changer.

My mandate

is two-pronged.

Prong one...

Find the party responsible

for the helium-mine explosion,

and parties are no fun

when only one person shows up,

so I've still got work to do,

even if Marty is involved.

And prong two...

Make sure

nothing like this happens again.

The fine print there

is that I'm going to be here

until I've installed

a security apparatus

that makes

your base impregnable.

I am a fixture, general.

Your boss

in special investigations

disagrees.

You're done.

Connect to 123181.

Authorization Ian Thurgood.

Please stand by

while we connect your call.

Thurgood.

I'm sorry to bother you,

Mr. secretary,

but general winehart here

seems to be playing politics

and is trying to get me

shipped home.

There won't even be

a way to get home

if our helium supply

falls even one hitch short

in its get-a-long. General!

Sir.

The whole damn

western hemisphere

is running on batteries

as it is.

We're already

rationing electricity

because of this attack.

If there is one more,

we are stewed.

I understand, sir.

Then why are you adding

more "polyticks"

to my already

crumbling woodpile?

Now, this whole damn mess

is 100% under

Thurgood's jurisdiction,

so you give him

everything he needs.

Am I making clear?

As a bell, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Now, somebody

shut this thing off!

Have all your files on Marty

and reports

from your russian spy

sent to me immediately.

You're running out of oxygen.

I always carry a spare.

Any scuttlebutt on

an indentured servant

named Martin Thurgood?

Might be our trigger man.

Never heard of him.

Everybody's pretty hush-hush

in the motherland.

They got something new to hide?

Just the tunnel

we've been digging

to steal american helium.

New plan is to bury it

before you find it.

Even with all your sabotage

and subterfuge,

that russian funnel's

still nipping at my moonshine.

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