Red Faction: Origins Page #5

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You got that name yet?

Someone's here

to see you.

It took you long enough.

In my defense,

we are a long way from home.

The safety's on.

No, it's not.

Oh!

I've been driving for two days.

Can I please have a sip of that?

It's drugged.

Why did you drug

your own water?

I didn't.

The bartender did.

Why would he do that?

'Cause the man I wanna see

is involved in the black market.

He might not wanna be seen.

How the hell did you get here?

Oh, your friend McAuley

who runs Heinlein,

who, by the way,

is a really great guy,

he lent me the vehicle.

And then I hacked into

the Marauder satellite--

Why did you follow me, Tess?

I figured out

what the white soldiers

took from the Hydra.

Look, It's called a firework.

It's a power converter.

In and of itself,

it's not really

all that dangerous,

but it is

what creates the spark.

The spark in what?

An E.D.F. fusion reactor.

It's what they use

to power their weapons,

their ships,

their everything.

I think that there might be

more at stake here than

just finding your sister.

Not for me.

How do you even know

that it's her?

Everybody else thinks

you're nuts, you know.

What do you think?

I think you really miss her.

Every day,

since the day

my, uh, sister was taken,

my dad has wanted

to ask me a question.

I saw it in his eyes

when I woke up in the hospital.

I saw it the other day...

when we were fighting.

One question

always on his tongue,

but never asked aloud:

How could you leave

your sister behind?

He'll never have to

ask that again.

Have you ever been

with a girl?

Yeah.

Next time someone

asks you that,

how'd you like

to be telling them the truth?

Just once I'd like to see

someone not fall for that.

Take him.

I hear you've been

looking for me.

Something wrong

with your water?

I'm looking for a group

of soldiers.

They wear white uniforms.

We know they've been

in the market

for an E.D.F. firework.

Well, as it happens,

I did do a tran--

I did do

a transaction recently

with some soldiers.

They were

in white uniform.

They were cold people.

I sold them some highly

specialized ammunition.

It's very difficult

to procure.

Hey!

Drop him.

I've heard some men

make their own opportunities...

by selling

black market goods embedded

with tracking devices...

so they could--

Mmm.

Uh, trace them,

steal them back

and resell them.

The man

who would think that

would not be stupid.

In fact,

he'd be very clever.

- How much?

- Oh, for the tracking codes.

Well, why don't

we say 2,000?

Okay, are you kidding me?

Do you think I'm just walking

around with that kind of money?

Well, the man

who wants that is.

Oh, unless you've got

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