2047: Sights of Death Page #2

What the hell happened?

What the f*** are you doing?

Let me explain.

Explain what, Ryan?

That your encrypted message from

an old f***in' video station

that fell off the back of a laughing

dinosaur was heard around the world

and now everyone and his

uncle knows you're there.

It's like you switched on a spotlight,

opened your arms and shouted,

"Here I am, folks!

"Come and get me!"

You know that, don't you?

Now, get your ass out of there.

Listen to me.

I believe I've uncovered something here that

can bring down the whole Confederation.

They have committed mass genocide, but

- there's a survivor.

- I don't like DIY missions.

Did you find the satellite?

Did you destroy the card?

No. Actually I used it

to fix this transmitter,

but I can destroy it right

after this connection.

No, no.

Now, you leave the card right where it is.

We have to remain in

contact for f***'s sake.

I don't care about the satellite,

at least not until you're safe.

So, don't touch it. Okay?

Give me just 10 minutes and I'll organize

your evacuation, and I'll try to see

what the Confederation is cooking up

after your harebrained suicidal plea.

They're already there, Ryan.

It's even Asimov.

Asimov.

That's major trouble.

- Well, let's rock and roll.

- No. No, son. I know him.

There's no half measures with him.

He's buried plenty of kids like you.

Well, maybe it just means that I've figured

something out that he feels exposed,

- or he wouldn't come here personally.

- F***, Ryan.

Now, you listen to me.

This is a not a war you can win in a day.

I've learned that the hard way.

First on active duty, and then being locked

up in rat holes like this all on my own.

You don't always have to shoot

an elephant to bring home dinner.

Mass graves are usually blown apart.

If they found one, it's because something

didn't work, or else there's a trap.

It's probably mined like

chocolate chips in a cookie.

One of the things you have to learn to

sacrifice for the common good is heroism.

You have an hour,

so get your ass out of there right now.

Go.

Ryan, do you hear me?

Answer me, you f***!

Must be something wrong with the

transmitter. You're breaking up, Sponge.

Hey, man,

don't give me that transmitter bullshit.

You get your ass out there and bring back

that f***ing card you were sent there for.

Your mission is already accomplished!

I can't do that, Sponge.

Premises secured, Colonel.

F***!

- How are you feeling, Major?

- Good, sir.

You two, downstairs. Check the entrance.

Colonel, I think you need to

come up and take a look at this.

Copy that.

- Coogan?

- Sir.

- Aren't you cold?

- No, sir.

Are you not afraid your dick will freeze?

Your fly is open. Can you fix it?

Yes, Colonel.

Yes.

Well, looks like he was expecting us.

Sure. It's supposed to scare us.

That doesn't work on me.

Hell can't be that bad.

At least it's warm there.

Colonel, we have guests.

Ah.

Gentlemen, at ease.

Is that how you appreciate punctuality?

We're friends.

Drop the toy, sweetheart, or I'll shove

it up your ass and use the silencer.

Colonel,

you had a band of mercenaries come here?

Major, we need a map,

and a plan of action.

Can you take care of it?

But Colonel...

No questions asked. Just do it.

How have you been, Colonel?

Well, I'm having a ball.

I don't read. I don't mingle.

I don't like TV.

I keep asking myself,

why do I love this job so much,

and what the hell happened

to bloody romance?

Who is the blonde babe you came in with?

Uh, her dad was a buddy of mine in

Special Forces. He never came back, so.

Are you banging her?

You ever think without your dick?

No.

- Well.

- You've changed, Colonel.

You're gonna tell me we're doing all

this just because of one lousy rebel?

Let's talk outside.

- Whoo.

- A little privacy.

So, Tuag,

you sure you want to go through with this?

Delilah Defense Program operative.

Delilah, recognize and circumscribe

this position by 1,500 square meters.

Recognition and delimitation

of territory executed.

Colonel, Delilah's already operative.

We also scanned the DNA

of the three mercenaries

and inserted their data in

the program along with ours.

This way Delilah can signal

the presence of intruders

within the perimeter without false alarm,

sir.

Yes. And taking advantage of the

area's already high radiation levels,

Delilah can also detect

recent organic traces.

Look what we found. There's blood there,

here, and here as well.

The rebel was wounded, sir,

and he traveled along this trajectory,

but then here, his traces disappear.

Unfortunately,

where there's a lot of cement inside,

detection can be more difficult,

but I've already sent in Greshnov

and Private O'Brien to

inspect the premises.

We've also discovered that the station is

able to transmit with more sophisticated

codes that will be much harder to decipher,

but they were intentionally

ignored by the rebels, sir.

Major, darling, nice work.

- That message was intended for us.

- Don't worry about it.

Lobo and his gang will take care of it.

Stop the car. Yeah. But

Asimov told us to...

Stop the f***in' car.

So we're not going to burn the bodies?

Jimmy, you get started on that job, okay?

Me and him got something to do.

We'll meet you later.

Almost there, Sergeant.

Copy that, Corporal.

We read you loud and clear. Proceed.

- Is the antirad safe?

- Yes, sir.

It's in the security lockers upstairs

in the recording room. I have the keys.

Give me the keys.

You can get hurt. It's safer.

What the hell's going on?

Human presence detected within the

controlled perimeter, sector A4.

- Willburn.

- Here.

O'Brien, Greshnov, he's close to you.

Copy that, sir.

Human presence detected within the

controlled perimeter, sector A4.

O'Brien, check those walls down there.

I'll go check the vents.

Yes, sir.

Watch out, man.

Don't panic. We've gotten it under control.

Greshnov, what just happened?

- Jano, move in and cover them.

- Yes, sir.

Corporal Jano is on his way to back you up.

There's nobody here.

Hey, man, take another look

and then come help me here.

Over.

O'Brien, you read me?

O'Brien, you read me?

What the hell is going on there?

I heard gunshots. Come in.

That bastard got away, Major.

Major, Jano here.

I reached Greshnov. He's wounded.

We're at war here, Major.

Come on. I'll let you up.

For f*** sakes, Lobo, what's on your mind?

Unless you tell me,

I don't understand jack sh*t, all right?

I feel lost. Just give me a hint.

The problem is, when I explain

something to you, you don't understand.

You're not exactly the smartest

tool in the shed, are you?

So where are we going?

- Back to the station.

- For what?

Why does the Colonel want to burn up all

those bodies? That's what I'd like to know.

Because he's probably

the one that killed them.

Yeah. So what?

So he wants to get rid of the evidence.

Why?

So what is this, some kind of guessing

game? What the f*** do I know?

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