Iceman Page #5

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my box was locked in this situation?

- What happened?

- He found us.

He's out of control.

He hurts himself, I'm responsible.

No! Don't shoot him!

Don't shoot.

- What's going on?

- He found us.

Get a stretcher!

Hey, Maynard, call the infirmary, get a stretcher down here!

- Oh, God, I had to tranc him.

- You what!?

- I had to tranc him.

- Get him to the infirmary right away.

Just don't stand there, let's help him.

- Not exactly a raving success is it?

- What do you think you're taking him?

- To the O.R.

- Where he'll be safe.

It's... it's too soon to take him out.

- That's with you, you study him whole, they study him...

- It hasn't been two weeks yet.

- Moving-up the schedule a bit.

- Take advantage of the sedation.

But we need more time,

we're just getting started with him!

Don't argue, it's the way things are.

What's a matter with your game?

After what happened upstairs today,

who can concentrate, right, Shepherd?

- Dr. Brady.

- Dr. Shepherd, what do you want?

- I wanted to buy you a drink.

- Not now, Shepherd.

I wanted to see if I could unfreeze you,

check your vital signs.

Bring YOU back to life.

Shepherd, look, it's late.

You want to unfreeze me, get me to

a beach somewhere, get me someplace warm.

- What is that?

- Exhibit A.

No thanks, I've already seen "Debbie Does Dallas".

Oh, that's... that's nothing, this is much hotter than that.

How does he do that?

Very easy to explain... a nerve block.

Beta-endorphins, organic morphines

produced in the brain.

Yeah, well, it's more than that, their flesh doesn't burn,

they're impervious to fire, there's no blistering, no charring.

Yeah, I want to show you something else.

Look.

Christ, Shepherd!

See, look, there's... there's no blood,

these people are producing some

chemical that protects their tissue,

prevents charring, stops bleeding.

So, what you're saying is that

our man produced his own chemical?

Yeah, yeah, right! Other life

forms have done it, your fish,

the ardachar, hibernating

animals, maybe he did it, too.

How?

I don't know how, but for whatever reason,

his body stopped producing it.

Maybe his spirit can teach us

more than his flesh.

I'd sure like the chance to find-out.

Okay, I've got men all around the catwalk,

we can get to you in seconds.

Yeah, no guns, though.

- Hey, wait man, but Shepherd...

- No, no matter what, no guns.

Okay, no guns.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

How complete are these precautions?

Loomis can get down to him in seconds.

- Hey, Shepherd!

- Shut up for Christs sake, you're makin' him nervous.

Chahrehl.

Chahrehl.

Chahrehl.

- Charl...

- Chahrehl.

That's your name.

Ch... Charlie.

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