The Perfect Weapon Page #4

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be waiting for us.

We're clear, we're good.

Welcome home, Axon.

I hope you...

They watch us

through those things.

We can't leave the city until

the workers leave at dawn, alright?

We'll try to blend in.

Get ready.

I feel almost human again.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

Do you remember this?

Of course I do.

I love you, Nina.

Everyone thinks I'm dead.

That place, it's, um,

that's where they

send people like us

when they're finished with us.

Just leave us to die there

like broken machines.

I felt like a machine

for the past two years.

You make me feel alive.

The day that you died,

I died with you.

You don't understand,

I need you to save me

just as much you

need me to save you.

It's okay that I can't remember.

It's all muddled

and confusing.

I have to know more.

The Director

orchestrated everything.

Why?

He needed you to continue

your training

without any distraction.

They spent a lot of

time, effort, and money

into making you the

ultimate killing machine,

the perfect tool to carry

out the State's dirty work.

They couldn't afford

to let someone like me

have these feelings

and desire to have a

family with you someday,

stand in their way.

A future with me meant

a future without the State.

All these things that

could distract you, Axon,

the last thing a professional

killer needs is feelings.

They took these

memories from you,

and they knew that my death

would cause the last

human part of you,

so they could use

you as they saw fit.

They were wrong,

because I found you.

No.

Axon?

Ah, there you

are, I found you!

Freeze! Freeze!

Shut up!

Ugh, Axon?

Nina!

Here he is,

the legendary Condor,

now nothing but a traitor.

You killed 12 of my men.

I happened to have

liked a few of them.

You have scars on your body,

but tell me,

have you ever felt real pain?

Well done.

I see I have something

to work with.

This, this was just foreplay.

Smile at the camera.

Your being beamed live,

on our small private network.

By the time I finish with you,

no agent will dare

go against the State.

Ladies and gentleman of sin,

let this be a warning

to all of you.

This is what will happen,

if you turn your

backs on the State.

There is no way that you

would have gotten yourself out

without help from

someone inside.

The only question now,

is who is helping.

Ooh,

your toenails look like

they need a little trimming.

Machines, computers,

and reconditioning;

a load of sh*t.

Torture is best done simply,

- like feeling your teeth...

- No.

- being ripped...

- No.

- ...out of your mouth.

- No.

I need the name.

No, no, no.

No, no!

You getting bored?

I'm getting bored.

I need to know a name.

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