Death Machine Page #2

I thought this was

a responsible corporation.

Christ. Hardly.

Accessing personnel file

0-5-7-0:
DANTE, J.

Subject was orphaned

just after birth.

Primary education in various

state institutions.

A serious

source of disruption,

he was transferred to a

secure unit at age seven

after killing a fellow student

in a mantrap he built himself.

Released into the care of

Chaank Corporation

by special executive order

NSA22/134.

Three acquittals for sexual assault,

homicide and weapons offences.

Judicial psychological

reports

are borne out by

Chaank psyche-evaluation.

...reached the conclusion

that Jack Dante is a prime example

of accute violent psychosis,

allied to extreme technical virtuosity.

Try "HARDCORE".

- Bad guess.

- I want you out!

- I just got here.

- You know what I mean.

But I'm having so much fun!

You know, it's cool here.

There's loads

of... stuff!

Except, you know,

nobody talks to me, and,

I'm cleverer than anyone,

and nobody comes even near me.

Except you.

And I know

what you're after.

With weapons like mine,

and authorization like yours,

we could do

some serious damage.

Sounds like a

wet dream to me.

I got something

I wanna show you.

That's not it.

Hold on to this

for a second, would you?

Ta-daaa!

I just knew I'd seen you

someplace before.

I was...

- I was just a kid.

- Oh, come on, admit it!

You are hot.

- Jelly, baby.

- Get out.

God, that turns me on.

Would you like to do it,

like really kind of...

...weird?

Right.

Time of the month.

You know, all that stuff

is a total mystery to me.

Get some rest.

It's incredibly stupid, the perimiter

access says Adam and I still work here.

So much for

automated security.

Time for a big burge.

And down.

And mark.

Okay.

Recap time, yeah?

All right, when the bypass is in place,

and the facility is vacated,

we down the sensing network.

And move in through

the northern gate,

courtesy...

...of the lock decoder.

Check.

Now once we get inside, we head

straight up to the 60th floor,

make our way

to the initialization area,

and hole up for 0600 hours.

- Bang! Cale and Ridley arrive.

- And we appropriate their swipe cards.

We also extract their

D-Lock sequences!

- But I think that--

- You have got to remember that.

And turn that

1980 sh*t down.

Core containment is located deep

within the foundations of the building,

surrounded by 22

medium security vaults.

Now the only viable access is through

a deep corridor, negotiating a tech seal,

a serious mother

of a bulkhead,

and finally,

the core seal itself.

All courtesy of the swipe cards

and the D-Lock sequences.

The containment is the most

secure area of the building,

protecting Chaank's

digital soft spot,

a quad matrix of googolplectic

memory co-processors

and 350 billion in

master software bonds!

Aroo! Aroo!

Arooha!

When you must walk,

then walk.

Yeah...

Now, when the job is done,

we then make

a quick exit out.

And hope nobody

wants to start a shootout.

Yeah.

John, we gotta do

something about the b*tch.

She's cut her own throat,

her dismissal is already being arranged,

what the hell do you expect

to do about it tonight?

How the f***

should I know?

You're the creative type; come up

with a car accident or something.

- Oh, for chissake.

- John, we got orders of banned hardware

from every blockade and

embargoed army on the planet.

We are knee deep into

brain wiping ex-battle vets.

That situation

is being contained.

On a personal level, pertaining

directly to you and I,

she is gonna

piss Dante right off.

The cat is gonna tear

sh*t out of the pigeons!

- We gotta do something about her.

- Don't you do anything about it!

- I'm coming right up there. Don't--

- F*** you.

Hi, Scott!

Hi.

Just wanted a quick word.

What do you

wanna talk about?

Entropy.

You know?

Order into chaos.

Certainty into unpredictability.

Growth into decay.

Sometimes I just like to

pile up my bricks

so that I can just knock 'em

down again, that's the good bit.

Look.

This is order.

Straight. Truly.

Now don't you think

that's more interesting?

Frankly, no, it's just

a broken pencil.

Oh.

Well, I wanna show you

what I made.

Great.

This is a neuro-synaptic

remote relay controller.

This button...

...defaults the system

to "ON".

Like a dead man's hand, though,

you have to hold it in

to keep the thing

under control.

What thing?

Patience, dude.

So what happens?

Hopefully...

...you die!

What!

The initial test

was a success,

but I always think it is wise

to double check, don't you?

For God's sake, Jack!

Scott!

Be reasonable.

You're planning

to slay my sweetie boss?

You did give her

your access swiping card.

She stole it!

Oh.

Scott, I'm sorry, I...

I hadn't thought of that.

Here.

Don't you ever

call my girlfriend a thief!

Scott.

I'm sorry.

What do you think?

That good, huh?

God, what a kick!

What's it like

to feel stark terror?

Order into chaos.

The way of the world.

We've a helluva situation, here.

You've got a helluva situation,

you understand me?

Get over here right now.

I'm in level 3PR.

Get here now!

F*** off.

It's here.

It's Cale.

They really never left.

Change of plan.

Let's go!

So I scanned the whole

goddamn building until I found him.

Well, you think it could wait

until better times?

It's a little late.

This could wait till morning at least.

- Oh yeah? You think so?

- Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Geez...

Fire the cleaners.

Yeah.

It's worse than it looks.

What, the cops caught you

playing with your Hardman again?

Yeah, that's it, laugh it up,

Miss Chief Executive.

This is your problem.

It's Ridley.

Something did that to him.

Watch this, uh...

I've got the security

surveillance tape.

I checked

the access record.

Something came

out of the vault...

...and did that to him.

Which vault?

Which vault?

Ten.

Give me your card.

What are you

gonna do?

What are we

gonna do!

Swipe now. Swipe now.

Swipe now.

Hey, dude.

Workin' late?

Yeah.

Watcha doin'?

Oh... budget reports.

You know, boring stuff.

I hate those.

All done.

Did you hear about

what happened to Ridley?

No.

He's dead.

I showed him my thing,

and it killed him.

- I'm impressed.

- I knew you would be.

Do you know

what this means?

No?

It means that

you can up me.

We could be

the Demoliton Duo forever.

Why don't you get the personell

hard disk, and I'll do that now?

Sure.

Which format is it?

I thought you said

you were finished.

No.

B*tch!

B*tch!

B*tch!

God, that was stupid!

It was. Ridley's dead,

I'm in charge; you're fired.

I am very disappointed.

Drop it.

Drop the gun.

- Get your ass in there, Ho Ho.

- Who are you guys?

Where's Ridley?

It's a bad time.

- Where's Ridley?

- He's dead!

Tough bananas.

No problem.

The command chain will automatically

promote the next in line.

W-well, I d-I don't have my card.

I-I gave it to her!

Lost it.

- Did ya?

- Mm.

What's this, then?

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