High Moon Page #5

it wouldn't be my thing.

I just saw it.

No thing is your thing.

That's your problem, Moose.

Okay, just because

I don't need to dethrone you

as the great potentate

of the psyche

doesn't mean I'm not driven.

Where are you?

The moon... I love.

Being on it

and doing my small part

to tame it

is all the purpose I need.

Your calling

is being indentured labor

to pay off a felony conviction?

Dreams really do come true.

30 seconds.

This is why I left.

First of all, you didn't leave!

You were arrested.

Yeah, I got arrested

so I could leave!

And second of all,

I'm doing everything

I can to help you,

but it's hard to help someone

who's going out of their way

to appear guilty!

Okay, well, you got

a funny way of showing it,

because it was the guard

you sent to help

that ditched me!

I didn't send a guard.

What do you mean,

you didn't send a guard?

What version of me

have you seen

in the last 25 years

that would send some lackey

that I don't know

and that you don't know,

to lead you into an area

that everyone thinks

you blew up?

Well, somebody sent him!

I was at my post all night, sir.

Security footage proves it.

You're dismissed, sergeant.

Sir.

Uh, quick question

before you go, sergeant.

Can you hold your breath

for two hours?

Security footage shows you

at your post,

but oxygen logs say

you weren't breathing.

You a hologram right now?

No. Seems real.

Who're you working for, horton?

Why are they after Marty?

Something he said

in his debriefing.

I don't know what.

Who? Whose dole are you on?

Russians?

Indians?

Sergeant?

Sergeant,

he asked you a question.

I haven't seen

a brain-bomb since the war.

Nowadays, they can be rigged

to explode based on specific

neurological signatures.

Like when a mole is

about to give up the goat?

What was that?

About Indians?

Marty said

an Indian stabbed him

while he was busy

"not" causing

the last explosion.

Your pain-in-my-ass

dipstick little brother

is either working for

the same people who did this,

or he's a hapless patsy.

You got a damn lot of work to do

convincing me

it's door number two,

or it's gonna take more than

the secretary of the air force

to keep you on my moon.

Fair.

Let's start with this.

Brain-bomb

knew about Marty's debriefing.

Who have you talked to about it?

Russian, Indian, or otherwise.

My russian spy

may be compromised.

Hello, Stanislav.

Are the shackles

really necessary?

If you arranged to have

Martin Thurgood killed.

I steal mining technology

and drill bits.

I don't kill people.

Nobody else knew

about his debriefing.

Have you mentioned

his name to somebody?

Nobody.

Well, let's assume

you're just a really bad spy

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