High Moon Page #3

You were arrested.

Yeah, I got arrested

so I could leave!

And second of all,

I'm doing everything

I can to help you,

but it's hard to help someone

who's going out of their way

to appear guilty!

Okay, well, you got

a funny way of showing it,

because it was the guard

you sent to help

that ditched me!

I didn't send a guard.

What do you mean,

you didn't send a guard?

What version of me

have you seen

in the last 25 years

that would send some lackey

that I don't know

and that you don't know,

to lead you into an area

that everyone thinks

you blew up?

Well, somebody sent him!

I was at my post all night, sir.

Security footage proves it.

You're dismissed, sergeant.

Sir.

Uh, quick question

before you go, sergeant.

Can you hold your breath

for two hours?

Security footage shows you

at your post,

but oxygen logs say

you weren't breathing.

You a hologram right now?

No. Seems real.

Who're you working for, horton?

Why are they after Marty?

Something he said

in his debriefing.

I don't know what.

Who? Whose dole are you on?

Russians?

Indians?

Sergeant?

Sergeant,

he asked you a question.

I haven't seen

a brain-bomb since the war.

Nowadays, they can be rigged

to explode based on specific

neurological signatures.

Like when a mole is

about to give up the goat?

What was that?

About Indians?

Marty said

an Indian stabbed him

while he was busy

"not" causing

the last explosion.

Your pain-in-my-ass

dipstick little brother

is either working for

the same people who did this,

or he's a hapless patsy.

You got a damn lot of work to do

convincing me

it's door number two,

or it's gonna take more than

the secretary of the air force

to keep you on my moon.

Fair.

Let's start with this.

Brain-bomb

knew about Marty's debriefing.

Who have you talked to about it?

Russian, Indian, or otherwise.

My russian spy

may be compromised.

Hello, Stanislav.

Are the shackles

really necessary?

If you arranged to have

Martin Thurgood killed.

I steal mining technology

and drill bits.

I don't kill people.

Nobody else knew

about his debriefing.

Have you mentioned

his name to somebody?

Nobody.

Well, let's assume

you're just a really bad spy

and not a murderer.

Why would the russians

attack the americans?

They spent a lot of rubles

to build a tunnel

to Filch U.S. helium,

which they now

have to tear down.

They would've gained nothing

from an attack.

Well, there's plenty worth

killing for on the moon.

Food.

Water.

Air.

Revenge.

Love.

So...

The russians want more air.

The russians

want to control the moon,

but they can't,

because Eve St. John-Smythe

supplies everybody's oxygen.

If the russians were gonna

attack anybody,

they would attack her.

Evidence tag 0712.

Know what this is?

Wasn't used for drilling.

I'll tell you

what it was used for.

These are the bombs

that caused the explosion.

This is Indian tech.

Indian?

Yes, sir.

That greenish-white sheen

is a magnesium-phosphorus

coating.

The Indians coat

their explosives with it

so they can

blast through titanium.

You know an awful lot

about Indian technology

that nobody else

even thought existed.

I thought

you thought

I was working for the russians.

Now I'm an Indian spy?

Mm.

At this rate,

I'll be back to being american

any minute now.

My most trusted man

and your most trusted man

both just cried

"Indian."

The difference between

me and my brother

and you and your spy

is that he's lying to you.

I trust a highly-decorated

war hero on my payroll

over some helium-hacking

felon any day,

which is moot at this point,

since they're saying

the same thing.

Yes.

About the Indians.

But he's lying

about working for you.

You have an Indian problem

and a turncoat problem.

My best agent

did not blow us up for anybody.

I've known him for 15 years.

We were in the war together.

Which is why

you're trying so hard

to believe him.

General, my job is

to separate the chaff of deceit

from the wheat of truth,

and that man

is a bushel of unshucked grain.

He didn't give you one reason

to doubt him.

Did you know he's taken a lover?

It's a committed relationship

and said lover

isn't living in America.

How in hades could you know that

from talking about

that Indian buckshot

that crippled my mines?

He has a tell,

and I saw it when I mentioned

love as a motive.

Even if he does have

a little bacon on the side,

that doesn't make him

"Eggs-Benedict Arnold."

He values that rasher

more than you,

and I can prove it,

but you've got to let me

do my job.

Son of a...

You know he could do that?

Nobody can do that.

Emergency override.

Authorization... winehart.

Show me your hands.

Show me your hands!

Don't shoot.

Holy sh...

Could give us a sec, corporal?

Nice ride.

Yeah, my ninja skills

don't translate

to the infirmary's

artificial gravity.

Whoa...

You mean you're baby prime?

Yes, I'm her.

Hey. Listen.

I read your file.

You said you saw a flower.

You saw it, too?

I had it in my hand.

Yeah, until you floated along

and knocked it out.

Then you know I'm not crazy.

For a convicted felon,

I want cold, hard evidence

in my hand. Again.

How do I know you're not gonna

take my cold, hard evidence

and leave me hanging

by my felonious toes?

Listen, you and I,

we saw life in the lifeless,

and that is a gift

that we have a duty to protect.

So we're bonded,

whether we like it or not.

That's a little churchy.

There was

some kind of glowing gunk

on my smart-fiber,

pee-filtering spacesuit.

It's like a pollen

or sap or something.

Okay, where's the suit now?

Well, they gotta process

evidence somewhere.

Wait, no!

Help! Somebody!

Hello!

What the hell

just happened to that guy?

If he goes out with a pop,

you can bet

he'll come back with a bang.

That's...

Messed up.

It's just D.N.A.

Yeah, doesn't make it

any better.

Who are you?

I'm the one everybody thinks

is trying to kill you,

which is why keeping you alive

is my number-one priority.

Why are the Indians

trying to assassinate you?

No idea.

You're not a very good liar.

I saw a flower growing

on the surface of the moon.

Did she see it, too?

No.

She just came here to thank me

for saving her

in the debris ring.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Bad liar.

But he's got the right idea.

You should probably

keep your lips zipped

if you don't want to end up

in the same boat as him.

Wait.

Take me with you.

I'm going to India.

The Indians want to kill you.

Which means they know

about the flower,

which means they know

what this is all about.

Indians...

Are you nuts?

You don't even know

who this guy works for.

I've been blown off

the surface of the moon,

stabbed, blown up again,

almost strangled,

and had my ears popped

by a disappearing assassin

that can breathe in a vacuum.

I like my odds with a guy

whose good reputation depends

on keeping me alive.

I can be helpful.

I have to find that flower.

You said it.

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