Code Name: The Cleaner Page #5

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- Get your stuff, let's go.

Okay, now he thinks I'm coming

alone so I need you to sit tight.

- But I wanna help.

- You wanna help, you...

look, I don't know how

to say this. Gina,

you're just a waitress,

I'm the agent.

If I wanna know what

the soup of the day is, I'll ask you.

But until then I need

you to sit in the car

and just wait for me, okay?

It's dangerous in there.

- But, Boo...

- No no no. No no no no.

Don't "but Boo" me

right now.

Stay in your lane,

okay?

Oh.

...your baggage

unattended.

All your personal items must

remain with you at all times.

This is the last call

for boarding

for flight #486, nonstop

service from Seattle to Phoenix...

- Hey, Jake.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You're Riley, right?

Of course.

What is wrong with you?

- I got hit in the head.

- Where's the X-1, Jake?

- The computer chip?

- Yes yes. Where is it?

Everybody is looking

for this thing.

So that's why

I was at the hotel?

- You aren't kidding, are you?

- No.

- I can't remember sh*t.

- You went to talk to the Bureau.

You went to meet with the FBl...

you remember that?

I promise, man.

I, I-I, I don't know.

The last thing that you said was

that you were headed to Boca Raton.

Go! Go go go.

Hi, honey.

- Move it.

- Don't do it. Stop.

Let's go.

Get your hands off.

- Hi, baby. I tried to call you.

- In the car.

L... put...

uh, hey... stop!

Get your hands off me.

- Look, this ain't what you want...

- Get in!

Hey hey...

- you don't have to push me.

- Move.

- Hey hey hey. Come on, man.

- Jake,

you might not believe this,

but I'm here to help you.

I'm telling you, this is

your last chance.

Obviously, our marriage

is not based

on trust and

communication.

Jake, we're not

really married.

What?

- No.

- Look, you took something.

Give it to me or I can't

help you anymore.

You call this help?

You call this help?

Who are you supposed

to be, more help?

You don't

recognize me?

- You don't know who I am?

- Hell, no.

He still doesn't

remember anything.

Or maybe his memory is

back and he's just faking it.

No way you can bullshit

Stick him.

Oh, ooh-ooh.

No no no no.

Come on and get it.

Aye, you got me.

This drug is only

effective for a few moments.

Start to question him.

Jake? Jake!

Whoo-whoo.

Where did you hide

the chip?

Oh, I hid the chip in...

in my treasure chest,

under the castle,

with my pet dragon, Gus.

You'll like Gus.

He breathes fire.

You gotta

be more specific.

- Hello.

- Now Jake,

you got a secret and you're

gonna feel a whole lot better

if you just give it up and just tell us

what we wanna know. Come on.

I have a secret?

I know I have

a secret, I...

I admit it, I admit it.

But you gotta admit it too.

Martha Stewart's hot.

- She's hot.

- We don't wanna hear this, Jake!

I don't wanna hear this!

I want the truth!

Just tell me

the truth!

Whoo, the truth is...

your breath smells like ass.

Whew!

Funky time!

Okay, that's it.

Shut him up.

What the hell is that?

He's having a reaction to the drug.

You gave him too much.

Hey!

Don't!

Don't kill him.

- What are you looking at? Go get him!

- Run!

- Yeah yeah.

- This way.

- Boy, am I glad to see you!

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- Hang on.

Sweet Jesus!

Damn, they're shooting.

Get d... get out!

Grab the wheel!

Hyah!

Hey hey hey.

Damn, girl!

You got skills.

So I take it you're not

just a waitress?

I'm a federal agent, Jake.

Federal agent?

Why didn't you tell me?

You're on a strictly

need-to-know basis...

like the soup of

the day, super-spy.

Okay.

The man that shot at you back there,

his name is Richard Shaw.

So wait... wait,

you know him?

Yes, unfortunately

he's with the FBI too.

- Crane here.

- Martin, we have a situation here.

Uh-huh. I just had a very

disturbing conversation with Shaw.

Now, you need to turn yourself

in immediately.

You don't understand.

Shaw has turned.

That's exactly what

he said about you.

Just tell me exactly where you are.

We'll straighten this whole thing out.

- I can't do that, Martin.

- Gina?

Gina!

Shaw got to Crane.

We're on our own.

Whoa whoa whoa, what does

this mean, "We're on our own"?

- I've been working undercover, Jake.

- Damn.

We discovered that by altering the

encoded chip in the X-1 video game,

classified information can be

transferred undetected.

Damn! Espionage.

That's what it is.

Someone at Digital Arts wants to

sell the chip on the black market.

You get the picture.

I was assigned to you.

You were assigned to me? For what?

Why would you be assigned to me?

- Because you have the chip, Jake!

- I have the chip.

I have the chip.

- Riley, did you check out the chip?

- Yeah, I checked it out.

You were right, Jake...

the processor chip for

our new gaming console, the X-1,

it's got another chip

engraved inside its circuitry.

Somebody's been

developing a spy chip

using our gaming

research as a cover.

You just change around a couple

of polarities, you go from video games

to making unbreakable

codes, you understand?

The CIA, NSA... nobody

could break these encryptions.

So if somebody can get

ahold of this thing...

they could smuggle in

anything, plan an attack,

and we couldn't even

track 'em down!

We gotta stop 'em, Jake.

Of course. Of course

I have the chip.

That's what this operation

is all about!

And you must be a support-level

agent assigned to assist me

in this thing.

Also, I guess it's a good

time to tell you, Gina...

My real name is Colonel Bowman.

Welcome aboard.

I got some bad news

for you, Colonel.

I'm running errands

for you now?

What do you need, a PowerBook,

an AC adaptor or something?

You're not

gonna like this.

Here's your

Colonel Bowman.

It's your favorite game.

Okay okay, so maybe

I got the name wrong,

but explain

these skills, huh?

You learned the moves from

the video game, Jake.

It's just

coincidence.

- Be careful of The Rat.

- I mean that don't prove nothing, Gina.

- This ain't what you want.

- Okay? I'm a master!

It takes years of training

to do what I do.

Jake, you leave me

no choice.

We had you

under surveillance.

Wait, what?

Y'all were looking in my house?

That ain't right.

We caught you in one of your

training sessions.

You were spying on

a spy? Damn!

Oh, it gets worse.

Okay, will you

turn that off?

Not pretty.

Ha-aa, this ain't

what you want.

Turn the thing off.

Turn it off.

- Turn... turn this thing off.

- Okay, okay.

Let's go.

All right, but we're

going back your place.

Prepare to die,

Colonel Bowman.

Wow, what a dump!

This is your place.

Does it look familiar?

This my place?

Huh? No.

Hey, Gina.

Since you're really FBI, I guess

you never really were my Boo, huh?

Sorry.

Hmm, you acting jealous,

you... you were just

faking that too, right?

Jake, let's just say you made

it easy for me to keep my cover.

Another place,

another time.

Hey, you never know.

- Did I treat you right?

- Always.

# Am I the lover

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