2307: Winter's Dream Page #2

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I guess hell finally froze over.

Another needle in

a haystack mission, Ish,

you've got to love it.

Yeah, I don't get it, this

noid could be anywhere

after five years on the ice.

Why'd brass wait so long

to send us out anyway?

Ah, procrastination is like

masturbation my friend,

in the beginning it feels good

but in the end you are only

f***ing yourself.

I went full data dose

for this, Commander,

you've got yourself a lean

mean killing machine. Whoo.

I never need no enhancement

to take out a noid.

That's cause you've never

seen one those things rip

a man's arm off.

You feel me, Ish?

That's right.

If it ups my kill ratio,

I'm cool with it.

I installed a meta rapport

on Varner's third series AI

imprint system over half the

case studies went clinically

insane 10 years after implant.

You should have no problem there, Kix.

You are already insane.

Sorry about all of that sh*t that

went down in Floyd pass, sir.

Between us, this mission

ain't about policing noids,

it's personal, we'll be

your devil dogs Bishop

and we want some get back.

Hey, Bishop whatcha gonna do with that?

Shave your legs?

When the power source cuts out

and that blaster of yours

turns into a shiny black stick,

what are you gonna do with it then?

Shove it up that

alabaster's ass, hoorah.

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

Hoorah!

I'm picking up something warm

on the other side of this snow bank.

Okay, Kix, warm up the saw.

That's the best idea

you had all day, Bishop.

Kix, wait for my mark.

You're the boss, Commander.

We got a dead man walking.

I thought this noid was bright?

Hatta, slow your roll.

We need to find out who's

underneath that hood before

we fire at an innocent.

This is Commander Bishop,

Spartan seven humanoid task force.

You're standing on Federation land,

dead zone seven one four,

state your business.

Under Federation authorization

code C four seven five one,

I request to see genome documentation,

you have five seconds

to comply, five,

four,

three,

two,

one.

Subject is on the move,

permission to fire.

Permission denied, Kix.

We have no idea who that is.

We'll engage him on foot.

I'm taking the shot.

Cease fire, cease fire Kix,

that's an order.

Ishmael, do we have a visual?

Negative, he's ghost.

Damn you, Bishop.

I had that mule on lock.

Subatai!

Subatai!

Commander, Commander, are you alright?

Where's Subatai?

Subatai.

Subatai!

What the f***?

No! My f***ing truck, damn noids.

F*** man, look at this sh*t.

That's made a bag of smashed a**holes

of this electrical system.

You'd be a BFH to fix this cluster f***.

BFH?

A Big F***ing Hammer, dumb dumb.

Our gear and ammo are toast.

We're 800 miles out of bounds.

That's a hell of a long walk home

without snow shoes.

We're not going anywhere without Ash.

The first time I agree with you, Bishop.

There's a probe, near the dead zone

that has emergency

supplies, we make it there,

we got a chance.

Then let us get back to the hunt.

We won't have to worry

about hunting Ash.

He'll be hunting us.

Humanoids were created

and conditioned to serve.

They're stronger than us.

Built specifically to

endure this climate.

They are bred hairless

with acidic black blood.

Like mules, they cannot reproduce.

A fail safe against any

future genetic competition.

Their creators say that

it is in that nondesire to

replicated their own image

that keeps them docile

but something is different now.

Their rebellion is spreading

they fight as if they

had something to protect,

something to preserve.

The blood is fresh but not human.

Let's find what's

at the end of the blood trail.

Aw hell, it smells like something big

died in there.

Yeah, Hatta sh*t his Spartan suit again.

All I smell is the p*ssy

on your breath Kix.

Cut the chatter Spartans, stay sharp.

Alright, split off.

Here little buddy, come on noid,

come to big papa.

Button it up, Hatta,

this place has got my skin

crawling, who the f***

knows what's in here.

Alright Ish, I'm going in.

Got your back, Commander, let's do this.

Boom, you're dead Kix.

Suck on my pig sick, Hatta.

What the hell do you

make of this, Commander?

Noid art?

Hey, body.

Hey!

Ah, he stinks of sh*t, lucky he's dead,

let's take a blood sample.

Hatta!

Get the f*** outta the way,

Goddamn p*ssy,

f*** you, get the f*** outta the way!

Noid mother f***er must pay.

Hey, dog face!

Come get some!

You've f***ed with the

wrong gangster this time.

I love the taste of blood

blot soap in the morning!

Damn noid's heat signature

didn't register on the scopes,

I took him for a dead man.

Electrical's failing,

we're getting closer

to the dead zone, you're good?

Son of a b*tch!

Electricals fine, Commander.

Nice Kix, how extremely

insightful of you.

I've never seen a noid with hair before.

That's cause they

don't grow hair, dipshit.

Mutated humanoids do.

You're right, it's a Sammy 69 seven H.

A Sammy 69 seven H?

Isn't that an old pleasure model?

Probably the gal you lost

your virginity to, El Hatta.

Are you cold?

No, sir.

Stuff it in you rotten chuck.

Can you walk on that leg?

Yeah.

You're gonna make it, brother.

The ice humbles all men.

It reveals our limitations,

our weaknesses,

our humanness,

but in the dead zone,

the ice is merciless.

Looks like someone else had the same

bright idea as you, Bishop.

When it rains it pours.

Clear!

Looks like your Q vapor

brained friends jacked

this place for a fix, Commander.

Great, now we're out here

playing cowboys

and f***ing Indians only

we're the f***ing Indians,

and everybody knows the

f***ing Indians never win, man.

Mules have no combat training, we do.

Now re-kit, warm up,

truck the mule for DNA reconfiguration.

I'll contact base.

I say we hike to the next probe.

The next probe's 100 miles from here,

we'd be dead before we got 50.

You don't look so good, Ish.

You're not going to die on me,

are you little buddy?

F*** you, El Hatta.

Embrace the suck.

We encountered the enemy

just outside the dead zone,

the mo-raps totaled, Subatai

is FIA, but we terminated

a mutated humanoid in the process.

So was the mutated humanoid Ash 393?

Negative, the mutant was

showing signs of hormonal

disfiguration, we retained

a sample for examination.

I don't give a rat's ass

about mutated noids.

I want Ash 393 and I want

him dead and disintegrated.

Understood, General.

We'll continue the pursuit,

send a mo-rap.

Ismael has partial freeze,

he needs evac immediately.

What's that son you're breaking up.

General, can you hear me?

Send an evac, I repeat send an evac.

We gonna hold up in this dungeon

all night or what?

An electromagnetic storm

is coming, if we wait,

we lose Ash, if we move now,

we still have a chance.

I can make it, Commander.

Kix, I need you to stay behind with

Ishmael until the storm blows over.

I'm not a f***ing babysitter.

Just relay Trajan's orders.

He wants Ash dead.

Then that's what I'm here to do.

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