2047: Sights of Death Page #3

Huh? When I get an order, I do it.

End of story.

So why did he call you?

Exactly.

I'm going now. You keep your eyes open.

So, then, Jimmy.

Jano.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey, buddy.

- One man down.

- Where's Willburn?

Hey, there he is. Down there.

Go get him, boys.

Roger. We're headed for the tunnel.

Greshnov, are you able to carry on?

No problem, Major. That

shot just grazed me.

Active the infrared mode as

soon as you're in the tunnel.

Roger.

All copy. Ready? Go.

Colonel, request permission

to join in with Private Remi.

Major,

are you willing to die for this mission?

Then read my lips. Permission denied.

And stop being so

sexy.

Go.

Sergeant, the instrumentation

doesn't seem to be responding.

It must be the concrete.

Perhaps you're in a fallout shelter.

- You have permission to use your light.

- Roger.

The place is full of barbed wire.

- Don't move!

- Ah!

- What happened?

- Ah!

I'm gonna open this f***ing

trap and pull you out.

I don't feel it anymore!

- We can't hear you.

- Come in.

Man on the ground, sir. On the ground.

Corporal Jano is seriously wounded.

The place is trapped.

They look like bear traps.

Bastard! You f***ing bastard.

Sergeant, you hear me? The bastard

threw a flashbang. I can't see anymore.

Request permission again to rescue Jano.

Major, I'll go. You stay.

And that's an order.

Argh.

Corporal, proceed.

Use your nightvision. I'm on my way.

Sir, I'm in front of a door.

It seems to be sealed.

I'm going in.

Those, those are bodies.

What'd you expect to see? A rave party?

Poor Jimmy.

It's impossible to recreate the

map because of the explosion.

Oh, my God.

He sends his soldiers to die,

but it was only a diversionary tactic.

He promised to join them,

but he was just sending

them into a massacre,

so there wouldn't be any witnesses.

Now there's no more evidence...

Except you.

Yes, there is, Ryan. And it's everywhere.

Wherever we find destruction,

repression, death,

wherever we find people willing to rebel.

I'm still having that nightmare.

You gotta get out of there right away.

Do you still have any supplies of antirad?

Can I ask you something?

Go ahead, boy.

You brought me up, right?

Yes, son.

I was still young and we grew up together.

We were into old horror flicks.

You were crazy about Freddy Krueger,

remember?

You had a wife and a son back then, right?

Yes, that's right.

But you lost your son on that mission.

But I managed to save you.

Asimov was young once, too,

just on the other side.

What does it matter, him or another.

It's just not the men who matter but

the silent majority who supports them.

Delilah isn't able to

contact Supreme Command.

Try again.

Major, I don't think that's a good idea.

Delilah is unable because this

function has been disabled.

Get away from there, Ryan.

I don't want to lose a son a second time.

Now get your ass out of there.

I'll use the old station upstairs.

Major, this is an undercover operation,

don't you get it?

There's no news going out

before we finish the operation.

I'm sorry, sir, but no.

I have to complete my mission.

Why the f*** do you have to?

Because of everything you taught me,

Sponge, that's why!

In consideration of the facts, I am under

an obligation to inform Supreme Command,

first to ask for reinforcements,

and secondly,

to investigate all those corpses.

Don't you understand?

That's exactly what scares me.

Major, darling,

I'm afraid you've just been suspended.

Don't you f***ing touch me.

Then I'll be responsible again.

Asimov's going to kill you, too.

Move.

- Do we have a problem?

- I think more than one, maybe.

You knew about that goddamn satellite,

didn't you?

You cut your hand.

Why?

What are you doing?

You're out of the game.

You want to play a riddle, girl?

Maybe.

I haven't played doctor in a long time,

you know that?

I could have yesterday, but Lobo told me

to kill her instead, the son of a b*tch.

Who bangs you at headquarters?

That lying, backstabbing Colonel?

Poor Jimmy.

Now, I'm going to pass you

some private information.

Private information, liquid style.

F*** you!

Christ, the antirad.

How is it possible that anyone

could get in and steal our antirad?

You never see the damn pacifists,

but they're here amongst

us in the woodwork.

GreenWar is a charity organization.

That's where terrorists hide,

and I bet my life Willburn is no charity.

It wasn't Willburn who came in here.

What's that, Major?

It wasn't Willburn who came in here.

It was a girl.

Don't ask me how.

She came in and stole the antirad,

while this f***er was trying to rape me.

That's a load of crap, Colonel.

I was a bit rough on you before.

You weren't wrong altogether.

So, what kind of girl?

She looked like a native.

She had body paint, and she's skinny.

How is it possible that

Delilah didn't stop her?

Delilah detects living beings

through a magnetic field.

It's possible the paint acted

like some kind of a shield.

Oh, Colonel, request permission to

report this to the Confederation.

Request denied.

Take the lady to the infirmary and

make sure that no one disturbs her.

Yes, sir.

Colonel. Colonel, this is unconscionable.

I will file a report.

I f***ing promise you I

will file a f***ing report!

You need a rest.

Sergeant...

how long do we have without antirad?

After the first three hours,

we begin to feel the first effects

and the first hallucinations.

Then within the next three to four hours,

we go into a coma, sir.

We have our own supplies.

No kidding. You.

If you want to live longer,

you better keep your hands to yourself.

I'm cool. I'm cool. I said I'm cool. Fine.

F***!

Enlarge.

Willburn.

I know you can hear me. Willburn!

Asimov.

You and your girlfriend were very clever,

all right?

But where do you go from here?

Increase contrast.

If you're gonna be hiding and waiting,

you'll go crazy in the process.

In the end,

there's only man who can survive,

goddamn you or goddamn me.

I have a proposal to make, an exchange,

face-to-face, man-to-man.

Think about it and let me know.

I'll be very patient.

Oh, sh*t.

Did you miss me?

Just tell me what's on your mind.

Why didn't you throw Blondie

in the tunnel right away?

She'd be dead already and we

wouldn't have to worry about it now.

There'd be no more fuss.

Turned into an abscess, you know, the girl,

the daughter of your, your buddy.

It's like a bad toothache, now,

like a rotting tooth in my f***in'

head with three roots.

Yeah.

Get the girl. I need her.

If Willburn shows up,

he might enjoy the conversation.

Why the hell would he?

When we want to die,

we want to do the best, don't we?

That's what friends are for... Colonel.

I'm not sure.

File 2559. Strange mission.

I feel like I've been here forever,

that my whole life collapsed here,

in the middle of these ruins.

Here he is, sir. He's approaching.

In this air,

saturated with cesium and plutonium,

haunted by ghosts...

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