Terminal Invasion Page #3

and rape us, man.

Shut up. Nothing is happening to you.

- What is it you want from us, sir?

- What I want, General...

is to get out of here and head to Canada.

To do that I need a pilot.

Who knows how to fly?

You're it, little darling.

Nobody here is going to hurt you.

- Just take what you want and leave.

- That's what I'm going to do.

You'll never get away with it.

They'll hunt you down like a dog.

Oh, yeah? I got news for you, pal.

Once they see what's in there,

I'll be the least of their worries.

Somebody shut her up.

She's hyperventilating.

What happened?

Come on.

No, please.

You shot her.

You bastard. You killed her.

So stupid. Stupid and unnecessary.

You want to be next?

- Please, mister, don't hurt anybody else.

- Yeah, we'll do whatever you want.

You. Get back there.

You fight for a living. I fight to stay alive.

Don't make me hurt you, General.

Come on.

Don't give him an excuse

to hurt anybody else.

What? She's...

Oh, my God.

Some shot.

Would've gone right through the heart...

if I had one.

Don't touch it.

What just happened?

Do it.

- I said, just do it.

- What?

Shouldn't we cover them up?

No. It's a crime scene.

Don't touch them.

You can get in trouble.

Can I at least have a pee?

Yeah. But use the ladies'. And knock first.

There should be three bodies in here.

There's no sign of the preacher

anywhere. I've checked all over.

There's no blood trails, nothing.

Do you think he could've disappeared

like what's her name?

How's your head?

What do you think?

My head hurts. You suckered me.

What happened in there?

- Untie me, I'll give you the whole story.

- Right.

Lady, you got me all wrong.

All I want to do is get out of here.

I give you my word, I won't hurt anyone.

Cathy, get away from him.

- He'll say whatever you want to hear.

- I thought we were done.

We're done now.

- Is it bad in there?

- We couldn't find the preacher's body.

The preacher's body?

Doesn't make any sense.

What did you find?

Nothing.

The same.

This is so whacked, man.

Okay, people, the way I see it,

we've only got two options.

We stay, or we go.

Now, I can't fly in this weather.

But if someone were willing,

they might be able to hike back into town.

How far is it?

Seventeen miles.

Seventeen miles in this weather?

It'll never happen.

I can do it.

- Man, you're tripping.

- You'll freeze to death.

I was in Operation Frozen Shield, ma'am.

Four months of winter survival training

in the Ural Mountains. I think I can make it.

And if we stay?

Try to fix the radio.

Maybe we can get a signal out.

Maybe the phones will come back.

Sooner or later, the road will clear

and we'll all be all right.

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