Moontrap Page #4

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Nice move bringing up the Russians.

I knew that'd put a bug up his ass.

Why aren't you going for the kill?

Way ahead of you, partner.

I'd like to kill this goddamn machine.

Come on!

This whole thing has got to go

through the the proper channels

all the way to the oval office.

I have no problem with that.

And until the president

makes his decision,

it is entirely a national security matter.

- Strictly need to know.

- Right.

Which is why you need us to fly it.

We'll only have to bring in

one other outsider.

- We need an orbital pilot.

- Major George Beck.

He flys the orbiter, while Ray

and I go down to the surface.

I'll feel better knowing that

it's Beck holding the fort,

until we can link back up

for the trip home.

So, now you're not only

making team assignments,

but you're also commanding

the mission, Colonel?

Don't even think of trying this without me.

Or me.

That's up to the president.

But you make the recommendation.

I missed out on the moon before.

Not this time.

Lieutenant, urgent. Come in.

Conners here, what is it?

Get down to sub-basement 2

with all your men.

Corridor 5C.

Bring every damn weapon in the place.

What's the situation?

There's something in the corridor.

Something huge.

I don't know what the hell it is.

Okay, we're out of here.

Hey, we don't take no sh*t

from a machine.

What the hell is going on?

Security breach!

Intruder in the basement!

Stay there!

Keep it together. Keep it together.

Goddamnit, take your positions!

Ready your weapons.

Fire on my command.

Wait! Wait! Wait, hold your fire!

Don't do anything foolish.

This is a great moment for mankind.

This is our chance to finally communicate

with a non-human intelligence.

We can't meet it with hostility.

With guns.

- No!

- Let him go.

We mean you no harm.

We just want to make contact.

Do you understand?

It sees him!

Please.

Give us a sign.

Get the son of a b*tch!

Let him have it!

Open fire!

- Oh, that son of a b*tch!

- Oh, shut up!

You know what I'm thinking?

I know what you're thinking.

So, what do you think?

I think it's a good idea.

Over here, alien freak!

Still undecided?

You win, Dad.

Old man still got it, huh?

Huh?!

Oh, sure, Dad.

All right.

You hungry?

I'm starving.

Burgers and fries?

Sounds great.

Mom's on some kind of

health food kick right now.

She's definetely anti-grease.

Nothing wrong with that.

- How's she doing?

- Still seeing Alan.

He just got a new dune buggy

to go with the surf board.

And he's getting into body-building.

Mom too.

Your momma pumping iron?

Well, she says she wants to

get in touch with her body.

Good for her.

So, grease burgers it is.

- Just don't tell her, all right?

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