Operation Endgame Page #5

is the bomb explodes.

Well, yeah, obviously.

- Then what's your f***ing question?

- I don't know.

God.

I don't know.

I can't imagine

not waking up tomorrow, you know?

I can.

All right, well, never mind.

Six dead so far.

- Three from each team.

- Jesus.

No, don't,

she's on our team!

Drop the f***ing weapon!

Shut the f*** up!

- She's on our f***ing side.

- The f*** she is.

I'm not here

to kill you.

- She killed the Devil.

- No, just let me explain.

You got 10 seconds before I put

a memo spike in your f***ing brain stem.

It's a little more complicated

than 10 seconds.

- You better start talking then, huh?

- Okay.

We were called in

early this morning.

Corporate has spoken.

The Omega gets eliminated now.

Jesus Christ,

this is just my luck.

On my first f***ing day.

Well, there may be a reason

as to why you were called in today.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

I'm just saying I somehow doubt

this was all just a coincidence.

So you knew?

- You knew you had to kill me?

- What?

You f***ing heard me.

When we first saw each other today,

in this office,

did you or did you not already

know that you had to kill me?

Who cares?

I didn't kill you.

Answer the f***ing question,

Cassie.

- Cassie. Your name's Cassie?

- Shut up, Chariot.

I need to know.

Did they give you a photo?

- Did you really want to know?

- Yes, I need...

Yes!

I knew I was gonna kill you.

I saw your picture,

and I knew I was gonna kill you.

Let me go!

F***.

That's some heavy sh*t, huh?

Honeymoon's over.

What about the bomb, huh?

I didn't see that coming.

Oh, good work.

I basically signed

my own death warrant

when I decided

to hack up Hierophant,

so do you think

you can take that

as an apology of sorts

and move on?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Interested in this?

Okay.

- Shut up

- 35.

Fool is "Eric Allen Gaines,

born in New York,

November 3, 1976,

of British parents,

dual citizenship in the U.K."

Hmm. I thought he

was hiding an accent.

You can tell.

Dual citizenship?

The Factory would never hire somebody

with dual citizenship.

Well, they'd never do a lot

of things they're doing today.

I am not going to get

into the vent.

Someone went in there.

- Probably Hermit.

- God damn it!

If there's an exit or a way out,

he found it. Find it!

- F***!

- Go ahead, go ahead.

Now I'm gonna walk across the hall,

and I'm gonna do a body count.

Hey, listen, why don't we just

go find a f***ing way out of here?

Everybody's gonna die anyway.

Oh my God. Did your mother

take a sh*t in your frontal lobe?

- If Omega survives,

- What the f*** is that supposed to mean?

And we get out,

Corporate will kill us

by nightfall.

Get in the vent.

- Go, disappear.

- What's the time? What time?

You have 38 f***ing minutes.

- Great, thank you so much.

- Be gone, you're still not gone.

I can't believe

you're not f***ing gone.

- God damn it.

- Now you're gone.

You are so f***ing gone.

Hey!

What the f***'s going on?

What the f*** was that?

- Letters to numbers. Letters to numbers.

- What?

"Heaven.

Heaven, Heaven."

Heaven equals 8-5-1-22-5...

- Shh!

- 5 and 14.

Temperance, go make a sweep

of the main floor.

Find out where

that noise came from.

- Go, now! Come on!

- Jesus.

Kids.

No respect for authority.

I was in Beirut,

motherf***er.

"Never Hints"...you think

this might be the de-activation code?

I don't know.

My life's a wreck.

So tired

of this job.

So tired.

My name is Tony.

I'm from Reading,

Pennsylvania.

Was my high school

valedictorian.

I'm an Eagle Scout.

And now how am I supposed

to have a relationship?

Supposed to be anonymous.

Nice to meet you.

I'm the Chariot.

That's why I go

to strip clubs.

And I don't care

if die today.

- It's okay.

- Don't you f***ing touch me, Fool.

Don't you f***ing...

And I'm back.

Temperance, my angel.

Where have you been?

It's getting closer.

You want me to enter the code?

- You sure it correlates the numbers?

- Shut up.

- What happens if it blows?

- Shut up!

What the f***

do you want me to do?

- Do you want me to enter the code...

- Enter the f***ing code.

- Okay, but what if it's wrong?

- Enter the code.

- What if it's wrong?

- Shut the f*** up.

- Okay, f***.

- Hey, give me that can.

Give me that can, right there.

Right there.

Never hints. Never hints.

as the safe.

"Heaven,"

"Never hints."

Heaven never hints.

Heaven never hints

makes sense, right?

'Cause he's the Devil.

Heaven never hints.

F*** it. I'm just gonna do it.

It's not my fault.

It's my first f***ing day.

They're all dead.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

Would you mind telling me

where the bodies are?

What the f*** was that?

Was that you?

The f***ing code...

What is that?

- There's the Magician.

- Where?

In an air vent,

over the bullpen.

Do you smell that?

Hey, we need to go now.

What the f*** is going on?

Fool still alive?

As far as we can tell.

Has anyone been

in the Devil's safe?

I don't know. It's hard to see

what's going on in there. It's too dark.

Show me everything that's gone on

in the Devil's office in the last 20 minutes.

Okay.

Temperance?

Temperance, baby.

- Temperance, where are you?

- Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Rumor has it Empress

f***ed Dick Cheney

at a Halliburton retreat

back in 1996.

- Ew!

- Stop saying "Ew!"

Hell is everything

beyond these walls.

I think she's suffering

from post-menopausal madness.

You can put on makeup,

but you can't hide crazy.

Where the answer is yes,

we intend to move forward...

All of the data's

being destroyed.

There's nothing else

we can do.

Those of us who manage

the public's dollars will be held to account.

I don't care what you say.

You can fire me if you want to.

I'm having a drink.

It's in a big black toolbox.

Got it.

Whoa-ho-ho-hey!

Look what daddy found,

kids.

Got it.

Everybody relax.

Come on, just focus. All right.

Oh my God.

I missed you.

So we're right here.

- Right, the storeroom.

- Hey, what's this door right here?

Right here in the cooler,

you ever see that door?

- I don't know.

- This leads to the door.

Yeah, well,

where does it lead?

I don't know.

Doesn't say.

- Is that an exit?

- No.

What the f*** was that? What was that?

- Hey, guys, you hear that?

- I didn't hear anything.

- No, there's something there.

- What? No one's in here.

They would have to

come through that door.

- Just get your sh*t together and go!

- There's something over there!

There's something, man.

Where the f*** did he go?

Screw it.

Come on, let's go.

- How much time do we have?

- About 19 minutes.

- Come on, let's go, Chariot.

- I'm gonna really f*** him for that.

We must...

and dust ourselves off

and begin again.

Mmm!

What the f*** you looking at?

These photographs I found

in the Devil's safe.

- Jesus!

- It's f***ing Safe House,

the reason we're

in this godforsaken mess.

- Well, what's Safe House?

- It's a mission that got f***ed

because of an outside hire.

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