Code Name: The Cleaner Page #4

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all right?

So this may be

over your head,

but is there's some serious,

serious super-spy stuff going on here.

- This is what I do!

- Okay, super-spy,

- let's take a look at this.

- Ow!

Such a baby.

You know...

you really could use

a janitor in your life.

Look at this mess...

Oh, man.

Riley gave you those.

- Who's Riley?

- You don't remember your friend Riley?

He's an exec

at Digital Arts.

Well why would he give me

these games?

You're a freak

for video games, Jake.

Digital Arts manufactures them.

You even gave Riley ideas on

how to make them better.

- I did?

- Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

You came in here a few

days ago in a big hurry.

You said it wasn't safe

to go back to your place.

You said a whole lot of stuff

is gonna make sense to me soon.

- Do you remember any of this?

- Ack!

Sorry.

I remember alcohol stings

like a b*tch. Damn!

You said, "We're gonna get away for

the weekend, maybe go on a vacation,"

- remember?

- You and I?

Where... where, like,

like the Bahamas?

I can see that...

a couple of mai tais,

- maybe a little coconut oil.

- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Gina,

how long have I been

uh, you know,

- hittin' it?

- "Hittin' it"?

Trust me, you ain't

hit nothing yet.

You would remember

hittin' Mama.

- What kind of girl you think I am?

- Well, damn,

if I could remember what kind

of woman you are, I would remember

what kind of man I am. Then I would

know why my clothes are over here

and I ain't hittin' it.

Hey, you have left your

super-spy watch on the sink.

Hey hey hey,

don't touch that.

This is government-issued,

I'm sure.

You push the wrong button

on this thing and boom!

Pah! Goodbye,

New Guinea.

You know, Jake, I've got a bad feeling...

I think we need to get out of here.

- Hey, Gina?

- Mm-hmm?

This may not be a good time

to bring this up because, uh,

well, it involves

another woman.

Another what?

- Another woman.

- Oh, I heard you!

What about

this other woman?

Okay, all right, she told

me her name was Diane.

The "who-what-and-why"

of Diane right now!

Well, I met her at the hotel

yesterday and then she took me

- to this big-ass estate.

- Mm-hmm.

And then she had

a doctor check me out.

That's it?

- Then her clothes came off.

- What?

- I'm gonna smack you.

- Would...

Would you stop... hold on

just a second, okay?

It wasn't like she was naked, okay?

She had on some lingerie.

- Ah...

- you know? Little cool,

little pink thing, you know,

with the glittery lotion, you know?

Damn it.

It wasn't like

it was dirty.

She was my wife!

Your wife?

She was your wife?

Okay, quit it with

the haymakers.

Thank you.

- Hmm.

- That's what she told me, all right?

I didn't believe her, though,

because in my subconscious mind

there was a voice saying, "Jake,

don't do this, man.

There's somebody out there

that loves you more than your wife. "

- You expect me to believe that?

- Yeah.

You know she tried to kill me,

right?

- Come on.

- Sh*t!

Roger that.

No luck duplicating

the chip?

Not by Monday.

Know what I've got

in my hand? Security footage

showing Jake Rodgers leaving

the Pacific Crest Hotel.

And you know who else

is on it?

You're just lucky that I got

this before any other agent saw it.

You're lucky

you're still here.

Hey, I'm not

your employee.

I'm not your head of security

that you're dating on the side.

You get the chip,

I set up the buyers

and I keep the rest of

the FBI off your case.

So far, I've kept

my end of the deal.

A janitor can't outrun

a citywide manhunt.

What if he's not?

Not what?

A janitor? What if he's

not just a janitor?

What if he's an

undercover agent?

You said you knew all of the FBI

assigned to this case.

If he's not CIA, NSA,

or Military Intelligence,

they're not gonna tell us

they're on our turf.

They're gonna want that

bust for themselves, right?

- You're serious?

- Yeah, it happens all the time.

- Parallel investigations.

- I questioned him up close, okay?

There's no way

this guy is faking.

Maybe he played you.

Or he is hurt... did lose his memory,

but he's running on instinct.

What better cover to infiltrate

your company than a janitor?

Janitors go anywhere, everywhere,

nobody pays any attention to them.

They're hired help.

They are the only people who have

key cards to every room in the building.

Total access.

Janitors work after hours, after

everyone else has gone home.

If I was looking

for the perfect cover,

that'd be it.

He started work here

a year and a half ago.

That's when we started

developing the X-1 chip.

No, it's coincidence.

A lot of

coincidences.

A spy pretending

he is a janitor

or a spy who thinks

he's a janitor,

either way he's a lot more

dangerous than we ever anticipated.

It doesn't matter.

I want the chip,

then I want him dead.

Yes.

Where?

Stay on him.

A lead on Riley.

Shut up, you idiot!

- Did you get him?

- Hey,

I'm just trying to make

sure things are tight...

protecting you,

show you some love.

That's what I do.

And I'm, uh, also good

at a few other things.

Oh, hell no. You

are still in cheaters' jail.

Look, you need to tell me

what's going on here.

All right.

All right,

all right, all right.

I found this briefcase

at the hotel yesterday.

- It's full of money.

- How much money?

Well, minus a double

mochaccino,

and a couple

of lottery tickets...

about $250,000.

Oh my, dog,

you nicked this cash

for a mochaccino and

a couple of Quick Picks?

Eh... still think

I'm a janitor?

Look, Diane mentioned

something about a computer chip.

And I think they

think I have it.

Maybe that's what

they want.

Well, if they want it,

they can have it!

I just don't wanna end up

like the dead guy at the hotel.

Dead guy?

You didn't mention anything

to me about a dead guy.

It's not the best icebreaker...

"How you doing, Miss Waitress Lady?

I just woke up

next to a dead FBI agent.

- What's your special?

- FBI?

Jake, this is serious.

You're in a lot of trouble.

- You need to tell me everything.

- That's it.

I mean, that's

all I know.

We need to get you back to your

place... that'll help you remember.

I'm gonna change.

I'll be right back.

Who is Riley?

Diane...

freaking wife!

Gina...

fine-ass girlfriend

saying I ain't hit it.

Question mark.

Computer chip.

Digital Arts,

Digital Arts...

Quiznos, Quiznos...

must be a code...

Be careful of The Rat.

We're in his territory now.

Prepare to die,

Colonel Bowman.

This ain't

what you want!

Yeah.

Gina,

- I remembered something.

- What?

I am definitely

not a janitor.

I'm some kind of bad-ass

Special Forces,

like...

like Black Rambo.

Okay, "Blambo",

what else?

I'm a colonel.

- Hello?

- Where have you been?

- Who's this?

- It's Riley.

- Who do you think it is?

- Riley?

Listen, you were right about

everything. Don't trust anyone.

You meet me at the airport

as fast as you can,

SEATAC terminal number one

and come alone.

Janitor, my ass.

- Who was that?

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