The Sector Page #3

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Something about going home.

The guy gave me the creeps.

He did his business and he left.

So he um...

Yes, me and him cause

that's what I do remember?

I remember.

Alright, I need to know

where they were going.

He said something about Maker's Point.

That's all I know.

Maker's Point.

That's The Badlands.

What the hell would he want there?

I don't know and I don't care.

Well whaddya know.

The bounty hunter returns.

Hey you can have a shot at her,

but I will be back later

at night, so do yourself a favor.

Don't be here.

Take it easy on her hot pants.

Dresher, what you said

about this being your last

job and coming back for me,

if you don't come through

you're not welcome here anymore.

You got a problem?

Yeah. I do.

Don't shoot. Don't suppose

you got any petrol?

Sorry hun. Fresh out.

That's too bad.

Selling anything?

Got some water.

Good.

Purified. Seventy percent.

You like gold?

You bet. Where you heading?

Maker's Point.

Hate to break it to you

but life expectancy

out there is slim to none.

Hmmm.

You a lawman?

Chaser.

Second one I've seen today.

No sh*t?

Bought the last bit of my gasoline.

Ma'am.

Hey, what about your bike?

Keep it.

Is that you bounty hunter?

We know where you are now.

I can send a couple of my boys

out there and root you out.

So I take it you're Dresher.

We picked up your scent fifty miles ago.

You want a drink?

Call off your dogs Anson.

I'm taking you back to the Union.

Piss off Dresher.

Anson is mine.

You chasers. Ya know you are

all the same. Now let's get down to

it. Drop your gun or

we'll fill you full of holes.

Once more, lose the piece. Shoot him.

How much is the Union

offering for my head?

I mean it's gotta be a lot. Why else

would you travel out

to this little paradise?

It's good enough.

So you really believe

these bureaucratic morons

are gonna pay your freight don't you?

Listen brother I don't know you

but based on your reputation

I figured you for smarter than that.

You do know me.

I mean to me you're just

another human garbage collector

doing a job nobody else wants

to do. Which brings up an

interesting question.

Why do you do what you do?

Following some kind of code?

Is it revenge? Redemption?

I like to see a**holes like you

get what's coming to 'em.

No you're a pawn.

That's the truth of it.

You're a pawn taking orders

from the same guys

who created this mess.

This beautiful cesspool

we wake up to everyday.

You're fighting on the

wrong side brother.

It's a on the losing cause,

you don't even know it.

Why don't you just cut him down.

I swear, I won't kill you. At least,

not right now anyway.

Counter offer. You both die.

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