Operation Endgame Page #6

Guy tripped the wires

cracking a safe.

Long story short,

my best man's dead.

Only solace is they chased his ass

down a city street at 4:00 in the morning.

Shot him two inches

above his f***ing heart. Hmm.

F***er's lucky

I started drinking again.

What?

Nothing. Come on.

- Wait!

- F***!

You gotta be f***ing kidding me.

Get the f*** off!

You're the outside hire?

You?

You're the reason

we're in this f***ing mess

right now?

And that's why today

was your first day

because they wanted...

- No, Chariot, let him go!

- No!

No no no,

he f***ed our mission!

Not me, not Omega,

not the Devil, bullshit!

Bullshit!

You did it on purpose.

- You set it up.

- The f*** I did, Chariot.

It was supposed

to be a simple crack job.

- Will you just f***ing drop it! Who cares?

- I care!

I f***ing care.

My best f***ing man

died because of him.

I care.

And he f***ing killed Strength.

You killed Strength.

Chariot, let him go.

Drop the weapon.

- No!

- I said

drop the motherfucking weapon!

- Do not sidestep your responsibility.

- Three...

two, one.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

- Okay! F***!

- Jesus.

Who hired you?

Who f***ing hired you?

Oh, sh*t!

Get up, let's go.

No, go on!

He's coming.

Go!

We gotta get

to the water cooler room.

There's a secret door in there.

I'll fight him off.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Just go now!

Ha ha, bring it on,

you short bearded f*ggot.

You know,

that really hurts my feeling

when you say stuff

like that.

Okay, what am I looking for?

Well, well, someone's entered

the cooler room.

Are you looking

for something, baby?

I don't think so.

Sh*t.

What stake

do you have in this?

Oh, God, Temperance.

Does everything have to

be open for discussion here?

Why are you siding

with Alpha, huh?

I don't feel well.

I have a headache.

I feel woozy,

and I've got a nervous stomach,

and my I.B.S. Is kicking in,

and it's gonna look bad in this suit.

So please,

can we discuss this later?

Later? What do you mean later?

There is no later!

Yeah, I'd rather do things

without...

I'd rather do things without yelling.

What the f*** is wrong

with you?

Okay, here we go.

This is why I don't do teams.

I don't have good people skills.

I don't want...

why do we have to talk?

Why do we have to talk

all the time?

I don't have people skills!

You think it's easy

to look like a bearded tampon?

I don't wanna do this.

You keep your mouth shut.

It's always about talking!

What are you,

Sally Jessy Raphael?

I'm sorry.

Did I give you a fright?

Honestly, I didn't mean to.

I mean, I do understand how

you might be a little jumpy

in light

of the circumstances.

What circumstance?

Well, it's your first day.

You've witnessed a lot

of blood.

And now you've got,

like, what?

You got 10 minutes left

searching for safe haven,

and now I show up

with the pretty clear intention

of squandering any

and all hope

by beating you to death

with a flaming putter.

Get your chin up.

Chin up.

That's what they used

to say to me at fat camp.

"Get your chin up."

You know what the counselor would say?

He'd say,

"Get your chins up."

Get your chin up.

It's just...

Pert Plus.

We could have been buddies.

We could have been buddies!

Open...

mouth!

You want me

to open my mouth.

Gonna put some lipstick

on first.

- What color is it?

- Guess.

Red.

Mnh-mnh.

Okay, what color is it?

The color of your dick

after this bullet goes in you.

God damn it!

Not again.

Oh, my darling,

I'm so afraid I will never live

- to see your face.

- Be still, my dear Satan.

There must be a layout

of your dungeon.

- We can find a way out together.

- No!

There is no escaping this place.

Oh, my penis!

- Where's the exit door?

- You shot me right in the shaft!

- Where's the exit door?

- I don't know.

Don't bullshit me, Hermit.

I know you know where the exit door is.

You would have never been

as cool as you were.

Where is it?

L... l... I don't know.

God! Jesus, Temperance!

Where's the exit door, Hermit?

It's... it's...

It's on a button.

There's a button.

Yeah, where's the button,

Hermit?

Under the water cooler,

Temperance.

You need to listen to me.

I am so not listening to you,

Fool.

You have no idea how

to get out of here.

So I may as well spend the next

four and a half minutes staring

into your dreamy blue eyes

while I watch you die.

Make sense, no?

Look, under the water cooler!

You must trust me, Satan.

Only one of us is

gonna make it out of here alive.

Well, I sure hope the afterlife

lives up to your standards.

Sh*t.

This is so distressing.

We have a connection.

You look up to me, sweetie.

Why the f*** would I look up

to a vile c*nt like you?

Aghh! Horribly offensive thing

to say to another woman.

No sh*t.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Confess your sins to me.

Heaven never hints.

Heaven never hints.

Sh*t.

Come on.

I will lead us

to paradise.

Okay, I've extracted

the entire audio file

- that caused the shutdown.

- More phone sex?

It's a voicemail the Devil left

just before he was killed.

If you are listening to this recording,

it is in all likelihood

that I am dead.

Project Endgame

has been executed,

and Barack Obama has taken

office as the 44th president

of our glorious nation.

It is regrettable that

the dedicated men and women

of The Factory

had to burn in this charade.

Hopefully, the salvation of these

files will expose all our misdeeds.

To the light of day

and begin the healing process

towards restoring

the clandestine services

to their full glory.

Onward and upward we go.

And farewell,

my beloved Susan.

"My beloved Susan"?

It was you.

You were having phone sex

with the Devil.

We were lovers

of New Age...

an age of technology

and wonder,

an age of sexual freedom

and tolerance,

an advanced middle age.

Yeah.

The intimacy of two lovers

can be whispered across

the soft fiber optic

channels of the heart.

This is our moral reparation.

You brought the Fool here

to retrieve the files

before they're all destroyed.

What's on the disc, Susan?

It's a greatest hits package.

Everything they don't want

the new administration to know about.

- Yes.

- Susan, it's me.

Do you have the disc?

Yes, Mom, every single one

of their fuckups right here.

There's a cab waiting

for you on Figueroa

and a first class ticket

at the airport. Good luck.

And Godspeed.

I'm sorry, Carl.

No!

And more united. We cannot help

but believe the old hatreds

shall someday pass.

That the lines of tribes

shall soon dissolve,

that as the world grows smaller,

our common humanity

shall reveal itself

and that America

must play its role

in ushering in a new era

of peace.

Hey, Corporate,

how are you?

I just wanted to say thank you

for the Christmas card this year

and for the bottle of wine.

So nice.

This is Emperor.

Someone initiated Project Endgame

so if this line is still working,

it won't be for long.

In life, I haven't been too big

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