Under Siege Page #4

...possibly due to anger over

reviews of his performance.

I recommend psychological

evaluation before his next assignment."

Do I look like I need a

psychological evaluation?

Not at all.

I got to change.

Behind your head.

Up against the wall.

XO on the bridge.

Listen up.

Hands on your head and move

to the counter, right now.

Your destination is the fo'c's'le.

Cooperate and you won't be harmed.

Change of watch.

You've done a good job,

but you're relieved of duty.

Get your hand off that console.

You're a cheeky bastard. Move out!

My God! Bunch of wussies.

The disk, Mr. Pitt.

Guard it with your life.

Of course.

Bring up the layout, if you will.

- We've overridden their systems.

- We control crypto, CIC...

...engine rooms, boiler rooms,

bridge and all open decks.

We've welded shut the hatches.

A few loose sailors may be berthing...

...or they're caught in nonessential

areas and can go nowhere.

- The rest are in the fo'c's'le.

- Excellent.

Reactivate the weapons systems,

Mr. Pitt.

Mr. Daumer...

...you may deploy the welding crews

and chop up broadway.

Commander Krill,

you're hereby promoted to captain.

Congratulations. The ship is yours.

The ship is mine.

Thank you, Billy.

All right!

Can we get something to eat in here?!

Get some food!

Krill warned me you were tricky.

I'm not tricky, I'm just freezing.

Something's going on here.

Call the bridge.

No one'll yell at you.

It's just your job.

Check right away.

All right.

All right, I'll check.

That's all.

Do that. And be careful.

'Tis a rare thing.

This is good. It'll work.

Got a call from Private Nash

on guard duty in the kitchen.

Pitt, pull it up.

That's an unsecured area.

They can access the whole ship.

Ryback. A cook.

A pain-in-the-ass cook.

Give me that.

Private Nash.

I'm glad you checked in.

I've been with the captain.

Keep Ryback under control

and don't open the door.

Tell him you're sending relief.

Tell him you are sending

somebody to relieve him.

Stand your station fast.

I'm sending someone to relieve you.

Is everything okay?

We heard what sounded like gunshots.

Gunshots? Oh, that.

Those are party poppers. Firecrackers.

Part of the party.

Stand firm until you're relieved.

- Yes, sir.

- Over and out.

Anything else you didn't tell us?

Any further memory lapses

or oversights, perhaps?

No other memory lapses

or oversights, perhaps.

There's two men. One's locked up.

I'll take care of it.

We'll handle it. Secure the galley.

Send Cates and Ziggs.

This Marine's armed.

We need more. I'll go.

Don't worry. They're professionals.

They can handle twenty Marines...

...and 100 cooks.

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