Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley Page #7

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All I see are women.

My sweet Ellen, always there to put

my ragged pieces back together.

And Sand.

That poor lost soul.

Beautiful, beautiful Sand.

It's so funny my last thought

would be of Sand.

No.

Lorelei, you're not for me just yet.

No, not again.

They need me. I gotta go back.

I will always be with you, Denny Colt.

You won't escape me forever.

They need me.

Sand...

...at the projects.

Octopus.

Pieces.

Pieces of Sand.

Pieces.

Pieces of Octopus.

You son of a b*tch, Octopus.

You're mine.

Always with The Octopus.

- Excuse me, but wasn't he, like...?

- Not right now.

But three hours with no vitals.

Shouldn't he ought to be dead?

It's a long story.

Somebody get me a tie.

And it sure as hell better be red.

- This time, you better know your place.

- Hold on.

You're supposed to be my spy,

not some vigilante.

If you go all cowboy on me again,

I am gonna blast you in half myself.

- You got that?

- I got an idea.

- I'm atwitter.

- No, it's good.

I promise.

Hey, you keep that thing pointed

at The Octopus.

When I give you the word,

you blow his head off.

Then it's on with our wedding night,

huh, baby?

Yeah, baby. Our wedding night.

Who the hell are you?

- You The Octopus' girlfriend?

- Oh, no, it's not like that.

- I mean, this is fun for me.

- Fun?

We show up here,

we look fabulous doing it...

...we swap things, then we leave.

- You're looking to get yourself killed.

- Would you lighten up?

- Should we start shooting?

- Don't know.

- No shooting.

- No shooting, you polyp.

No sign of The Octopus.

Hell of a waste of time

if he didn't show up.

Whenever he does, sir,

we are locked and loaded.

That cannon could take out the moon,

rookie.

Sir, I'm an excellent shot.

Is every goddamn woman

in this goddamn hellhole...

...out of her goddamn mind?

- No, sir, we're just equipped.

Sweetie, he's just using you.

Sure he is. I run a very lucrative

operation and I'm great eye candy.

I walk away,

I have my Ph.D. all paid for.

Fine. Tell lug nuts over there

to give me the box.

And you, you start that walking.

As far away from that animal

as you possibly can.

He will kill you. He kills everything.

All right, fine. I just think you're taking

this way too seriously, that's all.

Give them the vase.

Boss said I start shooting now.

Get in the truck.

Nobody goes anywhere.

Floss...

...fetch me that vase, please.

Get in the truck.

Give me the blood of Heracles, now.

Walk.

Heracles?

I always thought it was "Hercules."

You.

Sand, you found your armor.

Use it.

What is it with you and women?

Octopus...

...you were right.

We're mistakes.

We never should have happened.

- Sir, this is crazy.

- Hold your horses.

He doesn't want any cops

getting killed.

You're not making this easy.

Come on, kid.

It ends tonight.

You got that right.

I'm The Octopus.

I got eight of everything.

There's shot to hell.

And shot to hell.

And there's just plain ridiculous.

Now.

You idiot, Octopus.

All we needed was to flush you

and your gunsels out.

Move, move.

Give it to him, boys.

Commissioner Dolan,

your daughter's here.

We need more men over there.

- Baby, you don't wanna be here.

- You're joking, right, Daddy?

Have you forgotten what I do

for a living? He might need me.

You'll be in his way,

he doesn't want you here.

You don't know that.

You don't know him.

You don't know a damn thing.

Stop her. Pull her back.

Yes, sir.

Runny eggs.

Finally. Yes.

Yes.

Yeah!

Wha...?

Nice investment, Sand.

Passes its first field test.

Let's die.

Oh, God. Oh, God, no.

No. Oh, God.

Mother.

I guess it's time

to finally drop your armor, Sand.

You lost something.

Old man Kurtzman said

he'd take it back.

Well...

...maybe I'll wear it now and then.

But it doesn't mean I'm your girl.

Ellen. Ellen, are you all right?

Goodbye, Sand.

Goodbye, Denny.

Goodbye, Spirit.

- Is that Saref?

- Give me this one, Dolan.

Just let her go.

She saved me.

She saved the world.

Yeah, well,

you had something to do with it.

All right. All right.

Just stay out of my face.

So who the hell was that back there?

Who is she?

Just an old flame.

Yeah, she looks old.

- It's you I love, baby. With all my heart.

- Yeah.

Me and every other woman

you meet.

You are amazing.

Neat work yourself, rookie.

Bastard.

We start from scratch.

Who knows what I'll do?

She wakes. Grouchy as always.

Endlessly noisy.

Endlessly alive.

She's all I really have.

My only hope.

My only constant.

The secrets of The Octopus

died with him.

I don't know what I am

or how long I got.

Heck, maybe I'll live forever.

I hope not.

That's nothing any man

ought to have.

That's nothing any man

ought to want.

Denny Colt is dead.

I'm something else now...

... and I can never give my heart

to anyone but her.

She will always be mine

and I will always be hers.

She owns me, body and soul.

She is the love of my life.

She is my city.

And I...

... am her Spirit.

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