Elysium Page #3

A billionaire.

He's down on Earth for some business.

He's here for whatever. We hijack him.

- F*** that.

- Okay, relax.

It gets, like, much worse.

Forget his watch. Forget his ride.

Forget all that sh*t.

This is what you take.

Organic information,

right out of his head.

Now, I'm talking about bank codes,

passwords, log-in data.

Access to billions.

All you have to do

is plug into his brain...

...download the data into yours

with this baby...

...and bring it to me.

This is crazy, Max. Come on.

Once we verify the data, I'll give you

a one-way ride, all expenses paid.

Even throw in some snacks

and a drink.

All you have to do is walk

into a house and use the med bay...

...and you're cured.

Sandro will do the surgery.

You know him?

What the f***? Jesus Christ.

I'm good.

Actually, you seem

all weak and f***ed up.

So you know what? I'll have them...

This is crazy. Let's get out of here,

please. Listen to me.

- What the f*** am I gonna do?

- I'll have them install...

...this. A third-generation exo-suit.

We hook this into your nervous system,

it'll make you as strong as a droid.

You're already under the knife, right?

Let's get out of here. Please.

I want a four-man team, but I pick them.

I'm sending my own data wrangler.

- Brain-to-brain data is real tough.

- Okay.

But I'm taking Julio.

He gets a ticket up there, same as me.

Yeah, sure.

Okay. I'll go get the boys ready.

Wait.

It's gotta be John Carlyle.

The CEO of Armadyne Carlyle?

That's the mark.

Secretary Delacourt,

Mr. Carlyle has arrived.

You are here to persuade me

to renew our Armadyne contracts, yes?

Astute as always.

Come with me.

I'm not interested in your little ideas.

I'm interested in something

much larger.

This habitat is dying.

There is a political sickness

inside of it.

A tumor that needs to be removed.

You and your company

are in need of revenue...

...that is drying up.

So you built the torus.

Can you override the servers

and place a new president in power?

A coup?

Are you suggesting a coup?

Is it possible?

I could write a reboot sequence

and shut down the entire system.

And at that point...

...you could encode

a new president, yes.

Then that is what you will do.

And you will have your contract secured

for the next 200 years.

Missile defense batteries, droids.

Everything we need

to protect our liberty.

All guaranteed, of course,

by your new president.

You have work to do, Mr. Carlyle.

This is the guy.

- This is the guy?

- This is him.

Sit down.

We're gonna out you a good one.

Play nice, Sandro. Play nice.

Let's get him an ID first.

Get the chief

one of them identification codes.

Get that ready.

Arm up.

That'll merge with the DNA

and you'll fit in like you were born there.

Now it's time for the real fun.

Okay. What we got?

Hey, man.

Yo. Is this gonna hurt?

Yeah, b*tch, it's gonna hurt.

It's gonna hurt good.

When we're done with you,

you're gonna be a favela ninja.

Marianna, hey,

bring down the bone saw.

- Bring the bone saw!

- This ain't gonna kill me.

You're gonna be all right, my brother.

Max.

I'm here.

We got this, man. We got this.

Yeah.

Hey!

He's awake!

You made it, huh? Surprise.

You can still jack off.

- How's everything going?

- He's ready to kick ass.

What the f*** did you do to me?

Gave you a way out.

Damn.

What's up, partner?

How's that suit working out for you, man?

That sh*t is tight.

Show me.

Hold that.

What's this, a family heirloom?

Wait for it.

Air-bursting ammunition.

Designate your enemy...

...and any round you fire will explode

around them, five-meter kill radius.

And...

...synced detonation rounds

for this bad boy.

That'll work.

Move out.

Sir?

Shuttle is ready.

Do you read me?

Here's the deal. We'll wait outside

the factory until we see his shuttle leave.

One of you puts an explosive round in it,

goes to the crash site, gets the data.

Okay. Copy that.

Camera's live, boys.

You getting this, Spider?

I got it. Let's go. Let's play ball.

- Move out of the way.

- Coming through.

- You nervous?

- No.

No?

I'm shitting my pants.

- We're not gonna f***ing die here.

- Yeah.

GO, go:

Acceleration to supersonic speeds

in 15 seconds.

Come on, come OH, come on.

Critical engine failure.

Ma'am, we have an Elysian citizen

on Earth in danger.

Data coming up now.

Citizen identified. John Carlyle.

N8321P...

I see you, motherf***er.

I have a situation here.

Kruger, do you read me?

Miss Delacourt,

how lovely to hear your voice.

There is a citizen carrying

sensitive brain data out of the city.

- Some thieves are trying to hijack it.

- What's in it?

That's classified.

You don't call

a recently deactivated agent...

...to retrieve classified

f***ing information, man.

The government doesn't know

about this, do they?

I can ask for whatever I want, can't I?

Please brace for impact.

Please remain calm.

You have sustained zero injuries.

Oh, that's a real comfort.

I got one condition.

I do this, I get reinstated.

Fine. I've recommissioned

two of your preferred agents...

...completely confidentially, of course.

They should be at your position

any second.

Send me the mission data.

Let's go, guys. Out of the cars.

Droids, there appears to be

some type of wheeled vehicle with one...

Two occupants...

...and they are armed

and I'd like them dead.

Droid!

It's jammed! It's jammed!

- No!

- Identified. Max Da Costa.

Federal parole number 61492-8-557.

Come on.

It's jammed, man!

Got it.

He's reloading!

- You all right?

- We gotta go faster. I got the door.

Go, go! I got you covered!

GO, go!

Don't f***ing move.

- Bring it!

- There's another one.

Die, motherf***er!

Don't hit the mark!

No, no, no! No, no!

He got hit, he got hit!

Citizen has sustained

a cardiothoracic trauma.

Blood pressure is dropping.

It's not in the head. It's in the chest.

We're f***ing good, man.

Hold his head. Hold his head.

Plug this into you.

Come on, get that sh*t in.

- Come on, baby.

- It's in.

- Yes.

- Is it working?

Yeah, yeah, we're syncing.

You have no idea what you're doing.

One minute to target, sir.

All right. All right, we're synced.

Come on, baby, here we go.

It's gonna work. We got it.

It's gonna work.

It's a data heist, ma'am.

They're downloading now.

Guys, we got incoming.

Oh, f*** me.

Come on, guys, hurry up.

That's a Raven. That's military.

That's all right, we got this.

Ninety-seven, 98.

- Hurry up! They're coming!

- Almost there.

Ninety-nine! Ding, here we go!

Oh, sh*t. Something must be corrupted.

- What the f***? What does that mean?

- Wait. Hold on. Hold on.

I can't read the data.

- It's scrambled. I can't read the data.

- What?

Come on, guys, we gotta move!

- What the f*** does "scrambled" mean?

- F*** this.

No, no, no. We have to run it again!

Run it another time, man!

F***ing get off me, man.

I'm f***ing bailing.

Please run it again.

- I can't. Get the f*** off me.

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