Cyborg 2 Page #2

Yeah, thas easy for you to say.

-You all right?|-Like I was dragged through a hole.

-Get this thing off me!|-Les go.

I've got to quit smoking.

-You know the city?|-Haven't been topside for a while.

About 8 years, I think.

-What are you doing?|-A little interface.

Not bad for a first time break.

How do you do that?

Black magic.

Now I have to make you disappear.

All right, you better do it quick,|because I'm a felon now, okay?

Grand theft robot.

I don't need to get busted for|possession of an unlicensed cyborg.

Colt!

What?

-Colt!|-What?

What is it?

-What?|-I've been activated.

Whas going on?

I was afraid of this.

Afraid of what? You better give me|some answers, hotlips! Come on!

They wired a recall code|to her tracking system.

The detonator self-activates

if she gets too far|from the plant.

They don't want anyone to find out

she's carrying the Glass Shadow.

Help me!

Is okay. Is okay.

Stay calm, Cash.

The pattern recall voice|will probably switch off

any second. Think straight.

What does the clock read?

Eight hours fifty-seven and three.

You got time.

How much time?

About nine hours.

The signal is just playing hockey|with your feedback control.

Is trying to disorient you so|you can't form an escape strategy.

Come here, come here.

You're safe.

You're safe.

Is cool.

Remember, you're throwing out|a hell of a signal.

You won't be clear of danger|until you've been defused.

Okay, whas the plan?

Get some wheels.

Some wheels?|Hope I remember how to drive.

She can if you can't.

No problem.

Yeah, I'll drive.

-No problem.|-I'll drive.

Go to 1830 North Perot Street.

Is in the warehouse district|downtown and wait

for Wild Card.|If you miss him,

head straight for the old city|muzeum in the South Sector.

I'll find you.

Hey, who the hell are you?

Oh, I almost forgot.

The name's Mercy.

Ready when you are, Chen!

You screwed up, letting

our princess out of her tower.

Whas our plan now, Dunn?

She's not the problem.|Is the human, Colt.

The best laid plan...

Just shut up and listen.

Get topside and intercept Cash.

Disconnect the Pinwheel detonator|and install one of your own.

Make sure is undetectable.|After you kill Colt

we're back in business.

And what about Pinwheel?

They'll definitely want her back.

Don't worry about Pinwheel.

When the time is right|I'll destroy

Cash, Pinwheel and Kobayashi|all at the same time.

Remind me never to piss you off.

Who says you haven't already?

Sending Pinwheel Security to|locate her is out of the question.

Why?

Our tracking system will alert|the hackers and tappers topside

and they'll tear her to pieces|just for the parts.

That sort of garage sale|must be avoided at all costs.

She won't respond to|the activation warning?

After the 40 minute point there,|the odds decrease

some eleven percent on the hour.

Apparently, whatever emotion|drove her to escape

may override her sense|of self-preservation.

You mean she'd rather|self-destruct than surrender?

Check. The boys in|programming call it

a "freedom-cathexis aberration".

Put simply,

she's the first cyborg|to escape by human reasoning.

So, is escape or bust.

Now we're still speculating on the|motives of the combat instructor.

-Corporate spying?|-Possibly.

They appear to have had outside|help. Could be Kobayashi.

-Whas your plan, Dunn?|-This unis training program

was under your own|personal supervision.

If she's apprehended and analyzed,

the entire Glass Shadow Project|is dead.

And Pinwheel bites the big one.

The normal tracking patterns|of escapee traffic

will not apply in this scenario.

No. Not with a major|corporate accomplice.

Now, my fellows,|I suggest we enlist a man

who has experience.

Somebody who knows the street.|Somebody who's worked

with irrational prototype models,

like the Velma Unit 5 years ago.

Get a psychopath|to find a psychopath.

-You're not suggesting...|-Yes.

Yes.

Master Daniel Bench.

-Yes?|-Hello, Bench.

Yeah, well, well, well, well.

Martin Dunn of Pinwheel.

Is been a long time.|How may I

assist you?

Are you still active?

Well, if thas your|polite little way

of inquiring if|I still kill people

for a living, the answer is...

oui, oui, s, s,|oh, yes.

I'm still an equal

opportunity terminator.

I thought you may have slowed down|after the Velma incident.

Temporary setback.

You call five years "temporary"?

Oh, yeah.

The face is nicely on the mend now.

Trifle expensive, though.

But we can afford it.

An emergency has come up.|We're in need of service.

To the tune of?

Three hundred and fifty thousand

for nine hours.

Plus an additional ten percent|if the product is delivered

intact.

-Thirty percent.|-Twenty.

Come on, Dunn. Twenty five.

Surgical costs are absurd

these days.

Affirmative.

We have a Spec A, LC 7|female cyborg.

Standard anatronic|espionage model.

Plus one human. Male, 30 years.

Employee?

Instructor.|Hand to hand, small arms.

I don't know, Dunn.

You sound kind of nervous to me.

She wouldn't happen

to be an experimental model,|would she?

Thas classified.|Do you want the job, or not?

Well, times being what they are...

I thought so.

The product is wired with|a 200 mile tap.

We can vid-fax their pictures

and set up a relay right now.

Proceed.

I think id be better|if I go alone.

The hackers will be looking|for a couple, not a single.

If I'm not back in 30 minutes, meet|me in the muzeum in South Sector.

Okay.

I'm going to wait across the street|in that alley, okay?

Don't get dead.

-I'm looking for Wild Card.|-Just follow me.

You wait here.

Over here, killer.

No doubt about it.

That window will never|mess with you again.

-Nervous reflex, man.|-I forgot you're

strung pretty tight.

-Too many drugs.|-Probably.

Whas next?

Hook up with Cash

and wait for your contact.

-Okay. How will I know him?|-He'll know you.

Smart as a whip.|And remember:

Somebody somewhere|is dogging Cash's beacon.

In fact you've probably got|a wire-tapper

on your tail right now.

Wire-tapper?

Professional cyborg tracker.

Keeps the escape classified.

They're well-paid

and I never met one who wasn't|a borderline psychopath.

-What are my chances?|-Hell, kid.

I'm amazed you're still breathing.

You're a sweetie.

Where you learn speak Chinese?

I was trained.

Trained for what?

What you want to know?

-How much time do I have?|-You got friend?

Yes.

He's waiting for me.

A sharp field.

Very strong charge.

How you got such strong energy?

You need money?

Money?

I got job for you.

Good work for cyborg.

Top dollar.

Hey, buddy. Got a light?

This is a very big gun.

It makes very big holes.

I get the point.

Put these on.

Behind you.

Your pretty little mate.|Where is she, inside?

She's gone, man.

I didn't realize|you were so tired of living.

What the f***? Don't!

Don't kill me, man.

Whas the magic word?

-Please.|-Please.

Please, please what?

Please don't kill me.

Oh, I do like a boy with manners.

You beckon the doorman|and you keep your hole shut.

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