2047: Sights of Death Page #4

And then I've lost my future

and have already gone beyond.

I have a detonator connected to a bottle.

If you shoot me, then you'll

destroy the last supply of antirad.

- I've got him, sir.

- Lower your weapons.

Hell, Willburn.

Here we are.

Colonel Asimov in the flesh.

I've only just learned about you from

news reports and stories I've heard.

I like to keep a low profile.

You seem like a different man now.

And you sound like a fortune cookie.

And that sounds like the morality

of a well-trained guard dog.

Is that what you spew

to your victims before you

just dump them in mass graves,

like some kind of death lullaby?

You must be a psychic visionary.

All over the world, you leave destruction.

Piles of dead bones everywhere.

And now they're screaming for justice.

Screaming for revenge.

Why don't you detonate

the bomb and stop talking?

Let's look at the future.

I don't give a rat's ass about your ideas.

One phone call,

and a container full of antirad will be

airdropped in a heartbeat right here.

So then, why don't you make that call,

Colonel?

This is a phantom operation, and I

want to keep it that way. You know it.

What if I take you to the antirad?

In exchange,

you give me your Jeep and you let me go.

I think I have a... A better proposal.

Lobo.

Your antirad supply, your life, and...

What's her name?

Tuag.

My men will escort you to your supply,

and then you stay with us.

You're not going anywhere.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to see

that you let her go with my own eyes.

I'm calling the shots now.

2039 to 2041.

Correlate. Search archive.

Yes.

That's it.

Ryan, listen to me.

One second.

So, are you gonna let her go, or what?

Shut up. Keep walking.

Okay, boy. Heaven help us all.

I'll do all the talking.

In those images you bounced to me, well,

I did a little searching, and I read a guy.

He's part of a team of

mercenaries led by a certain Lobo.

In fact, this Lobo was once on our side,

but then he was caught and shipped

off to one of their prisons.

After a while, Lobo cut a deal

and spilled everything he knew.

Asimov almost managed to dismantle

the whole organization thanks to him,

and then he set him free.

Since then, for all this time,

he's been at Asimov's beck and call.

A long time, way too long.

With all he knows, it's very strange that

Asimov hasn't got rid of him already.

I hope this little dirt

can be useful to you.

Good luck, my boy.

Okay. So, where's the antirad?

It's over there.

What are you sitting around for? Go get it.

It's in the barrel, you want to get it?

No. You get it, you dumb f***

No problem.

Open it. Let me see.

Nice and slow.

Whoo!

- Lobo?

- Yeah.

What do you say you and I cut a deal?

A deal?

All right.

That's my deal. Put that back in there.

Asimov wants us both dead.

I already know that.

Good boy!

You just earned yourself a wind-up toy.

Any chance we can still make a deal?

You know what that is?

I already know what I want from you, buddy.

Sleepy time.

I couldn't find a damn thing.

That transmitter must be very

deep there in the cortex.

So, what are we going to do?

Well, we could calmly dig it out once

we get out of here to a place of safety.

Willburn might have destroyed the data.

Well, I doubt it.

Why would he ruin his insurance policy?

We can't leave until we get what we want.

Sergeant, what's wrong with you?

It's as if the antirad had no effect, sir.

Get your ass to the infirmary,

get an extra shot.

We want you alive.

Yes, of course, Colonel.

Sip it.

We got ourselves into some real bad sh*t.

We should have never come here on our own.

For f***'s sake!

I'm dying, aren't I?

I don't know, Sergeant.

Everything is so strange.

I don't think the antirad

is working anymore.

There's some other toxin in the air.

My, my head is spinning.

Set yourself free and get me some morphine,

Major.

Please. Please.

Sergeant.

Sergeant, where is it?

No. Stay away from me!

Major, it's here with us.

Don't you see it?

No. It's just you and me.

It's whispering something.

Oh, God! There!

Get away from me.

There's nothing there. There's nothing.

Stay away from me!

Coogan.

No.

- What are you doing?

- No! No! No!

Tuag. You've got to get away from here.

But I don't want to run away.

I want to kill them all.

You can talk.

I can do many things.

Haven't you understood all ready?

Your imagination can do anything.

Think of all the innocents that you

failed to save and then think of me.

What are you doing? What are you saying?

We're one and the same.

You want me, don't you, Ryan?

Help us.

Oh, I don't know.

It doesn't matter what you do.

Can you not wake him up?

I need him talking.

Give him a dose of dopaxatrine.

That sh*t can wake up dead people.

Yeah. Let's do it.

Go get it.

Right away.

Oh, he's heard us.

Hey. Hey, sweetie.

Good morning. Good evening.

We need to speed things up a little bit.

A barbecue just for you.

The satellite's data card. Any ideas?

Lobo thinks that you

uploaded it in your head.

I don't believe that. You ready?

Coogan's dead, and the b*tch ran away.

Lobo, get the b*tch's

ass back in here soon.

I certainly will.

I'll give her a spanking for you.

All that high-tech talk

about uploading information

into people's heads.

I don't believe it.

No!

- Ready?

- Asimov, no! Don't! Stop!

The data card.

No? Again?

No! No, no, no, no! Asimov, no!

That's enough! I'll tell you!

That's enough! Stop!

Major?

Major?

Major, darling. You like that better?

The data card, I need it.

It's in the transmitter.

I miss you. I'd like for you to come out.

At least come out and

play for a little while.

Honey, look, I,

I got to have a conversation with you

about the future, you understand?

Thank you. Of course.

No. Wait! No, don't do it!

Good boy.

Asimov, no. Don't! No!

Tuag!

You can trust me. I believe in God.

Anything's possible.

You know, honey, you really ought to

think about what you're doing because

there's a lot of things you don't know.

Like, for instance, you think your

father was pals with the Colonel.

It wasn't like that.

He wanted to do away with him.

Wanted to get rid of him. So now that

everything's crystal clear, honey,

please come out and play with me,

your friend.

I'm Lobo. Right?

Everybody likes Lobo, even you.

Come on, honey. It's the right thing to do.

You bastard! Why?

She had nothing to do with this.

It doesn't matter. Here.

You just saved a lot of people.

I thought you were coming out. Come on.

It's okay, now. Everything's all right.

I can feel it. Come on, honey.

Come on.

Honey, please come out and play with me,

your friend.

You lied. I'm so disappointed.

Don't take it too badly, a**hole.

You're an a**hole.

When you end up in hell,

you can shag your little b*tch again.

You're a lousy shot too.

Got a light?

Smoking kills.

Tuag!

What the f***?

Sorry, darling.

Can I have an update on Kim Jong?

Satellite Kim Jong Un the seventh

will be orbiting directly

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