Riddick Page #5

A stressed animal

is gonna run to ground it knows.

Besides, I'm getting human pheromones.

Riddick!

Dial down, dial down, dial down!

Santana's guy.

Falco.

Sh*t. Did we just kill a hostage?

I've been hunting

Riddick for 10 years.

The concept of a hostage

has no appeal to him.

Falco was already dead.

This is just some

f***ing sideshow to buy more time.

Whoa! F***...

Sh*t.

Just dropped some mud right there.

So if Riddick isn't here...

Dahl? Dahl, do you copy?

Does anyone copy?

Dahl, you there?

Boom.

Were you just perving out on me somehow?

May all your dreams come true, baby.

You've got two minutes.

I want you out on f***ing watch.

Luna!

Don't watch me. Watch my back.

That's what you're here for.

Take two steps forward. Two.

Remember, he could be anywhere.

This is Johns

to any-goddamn-body at the station.

I want you to keep an eye on that locker.

Keep an eye on the node.

Riddick may have made an end run.

My ETA is seven minutes.

But watch your back.

All right, you little b*tch.

Your two minutes are up.

You gonna do what I tell you to do?

Rumor is Riddick might

be in the vicinity.

Thought I should just

check on the locker.

Get outside, get on your optics,

and get after this f***er!

You're not gonna find him here.

Actually, Dahl,

I think we have something in common.

I don't f*** guys either.

You need to see this.

He wrote that?

He took out our deep

space communications. All of it.

And whose blood is that? There... Here...

Over there...

I had to kick his ass again. Sorry.

Not really.

F*** it.

Let's take a look at this.

Stop.

That key leave your neck?

Never.

Well, the only reason

to write "fair trade"

is if he got into that locker

and he took something out.

Something that we need,

like a power node,

which he could then swap

for something he needs.

All that? Wow.

Highly unlikely.

Let me join the f***ing dots

for you, Santana.

Here's what I'm saying.

If he did get in there somehow,

he was in a position to

relock it and change the code.

Could be entering the

wrong sh*t, Santana.

So,

do you think

sometime during the last few hours

he got this off my neck

without me noticing,

did whatever he did,

put the f***ing key back

on my f***ing neck

without me f***ing noticing?

Is that what you're saying?

Where did you get that theory from?

A unicorn's ass?

There's a reason he is who he is.

He's a convict. Not some Zulu warlock.

You know what you know.

This is crazy.

This is f***ing crazy.

The first three clicks were good.

It did not go off.

You can get three clicks

in Russian roulette.

Doesn't mean you get four, motherf***er.

You know what, Santana?

For once I actually agree with you.

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