Reign Of Fire Page #2

Back up! Back up! Back up!

...Oh, my God! Back up!

I'm going as fast as I can!

Back up! Back up! Back up!

Stop! Quinn, stop!

...Let me bloody go!

... No!

No, Quinn!

Devon's there!

Devon!

Devon!

He doesn't care about us.

He just wants the damn ash

off that field.

Creedy's one-and-only

black label,

aged two weeks

in a steel barrel.

Now, the secret's

swallowing fast.

That way it just burns your

stomach and not your throat.

Go on.

Sip it and weep.

Poor bastard.

Huh?

Who? Eddie?

A father's not meant to bury

his kids.

It's supposed to be

the other way around.

Yeah, well,

he wouldn't have had to

...if he'd just listened,

would he? ... No.

No, Creedy.

Maybe he was right.

It's easy to square your shoulders

and bear it when you don't have kids.

Maybe there won't be

another harvest.

No. Not now,

with half the crop gone.

God knows how we're

going to get through.

You remember when we'd go out

and bring in 80o/o, 90o/o of it?

Not anymore.

Not in the last few years.

They're hungrier, too.

Hey...

you're not giving up on me,

are you?

No.

I just thought

if we could hang on,

somehow we'd make it

through.

This is a national civil defense

alert for all who can hear this...

...no choice but to authorize

the use of nuclear weapons...

The sole survivor was

a 12-year-old boy...

Roger that.

I'm going in.

Stay high on my...

Charge all weapons.

Hey, Barlow,

I've got voices.

Ajay, what are you smoking?

...I'm not messing

with you, Barlow.

Take a look.

A look at what?

She's not moving.

Forget the bird

and use the scope, you wanker.

Oh, dear.

Creedy!

Creedy!

...I've got to go.

All right, lads,

this isn't a drill!

Move it along!

Get those out.

One to Creedy.

Another one to Jared!

Here's Creedy's.

All right, all right!

Come on, then! Come on!

Extra shells!

Come on!

We haven't got all day!

Marauders.

Years since we've seen them.

Well,

look on the bright side.

At least we're not alone.

Oh.

Only one thing worse

than a dragon...

Americans.

Oh, what a dump.

Who's in charge?!

Well, that would be you,

then.

Anything happens,

you know what to do.

Uh, no.

I have no idea.

Me neither.

That's a big tank.

You responsible

for this place?

Who are you?

Name's Van Zan,

Kentucky Irregulars.

You're a long way from home,

Van Zan. You lost?

Rebuilt a National Guard C5A.

Flew it 8,000 miles on 2

engines and tried to set it down

on the old strip

outside of Manchester.

Lost 122 men

and most of my fuel.

We need shelter and a place

to refit artillery.

We'll be out of your hair

by 1800 hours tomorrow.

That's a good story, especially

the bit about the plane,

but there hasn't been anything

in the air for 20 years.

That's their territory.

It's my territory.

It's your territory.

They're just rentin' it.

Turn around, Van Zan.

Don't be a fool.

We can do this easy...

or we can do it

real easy.

You try it.

You ever seen one of these?

Not many men have.

Got it off the first one

I killed.

The plane was better.

So now you're

a dragon killer.

That's not even original.

It was in a wheat field

just south of Coffeyville,

Kansas.

It was late November.

It's a month of mist.

And we were caught

in the open.

The sun was setting

behind us.

There was nowhere to run.

Twice it came in on us,

and twice it missed

the heart of us.

And that's when I had

an epiphany.

You see, they have

great vision... in the day.

And they have

even better vision at night.

But in the failing light,

they can't focus.

Magic hour.

Coffeyville.

It's etched

in American history

because the outlaw Dalton boys

were killed there.

Ordinary townsfolk rose up

and took 'em down.

Maybe you're the Dalton boys.

No, no...

we're the townsfolk.

You try anything...

I'll kill you.

Didn't get your name.

Quinn.

Well... I'm sure you've got

a perfectly good

explanation for this,

but I'm buggered

if I know what it is.

He's a dragon slayer.

A what?

He's a dragon slayer!

Oh, he's a dragon slayer.

Oh, good.

And I suppose that makes you

King Arthur, does it?

Christ Almighty, Quinn.

I mean,

even if you believe that,

and you'd have to be

an imbecile,

...do you not think we'd be easy meat

for these guys? ... You weren't there.

Look at this guy.

Look. Look.

I mean, he looks like...

like a... like a rogue Marine.

You remember those guys?

Oh, yeah, sure.

They blew up plenty of dragons

in their time,

but they also took

half the world...

You weren't there!

I saw his eyes, Creedy!

Move it! Move it!

Move it!

Great job.

We ran a 30-mile grid

in every direction... nothing.

Could be on the moon, Denton.

Quinn, this is Alexandra

Jensen, U.S. Cavalry.

Oh. Captain Creedy.

Hey.

How you doin'?

Creedy.

Denton Van Zan.

How are you?

Excuse me.

Who are they?

Archangels.

Huh?

once they jump from the chopper,

that's their life expectancy.

You never thought

of giving them parachutes?

They're not much help.

They're bulla men.

What?

They were used by gladiators

to snare other men.

Not men, dragons.

So, you guys, uh,

jump out the chopper

and use a net

to snare dragons?

Mm-hmm.

Ha.

I mean, sure, yeah.

I mean

you would, wouldn't you?

Three watches,

eight hours each.

All the kids

in the shelter.

Rifles on

the keep and walls.

Excuse me.

Aren't you forgetting

who let them in?

Don't mean I trust 'em.

All right, guys.

I just brewed a fresh pot, if

that's what you're looking for.

A whetstone, actually.

Sure.

Is that your son?

No.

Got him from the pound.

Hmm. Is that where you

get all your children?

I found him in a village

near Bray.

sitting with his mum.

He kept trying

to wake her up.

She had been dead for days.

We were making our way up here, a

few of us... me, Creedy, and Barlow.

No idea how

we were gonna survive.

Anyway, I grabbed him.

What else was I gonna do?

Leave him.

Most men would have...

especially back

in the early years.

Everybody's just running

for their lives.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't.

Regretted it ever since,

of course.

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

You want to know anything,

you ask Van Zan.

Goosh, you alive?!

Not even close, Denton.

Alex! Radios are down!

Cover the east ridge

and tell me what you see!

Men, get ready

to rock 'n' roll!

We got a dragon to kill!

...Goosh, set the

triangulators! ... Roger that!

Tito, Mead, Piscatella,

bounce your butts!

Move out!

Alex, what do you see?

No sign of it.

Visibility is about 3 miles

on the deck.

Roger that.

Stay on the deck

till I get the verticals up.

Copy that, Van Zan.

Waiting for triangulator.

Safety first, guys.

Safety?! What part of this job

do you find safe?!

It's not you I'm worried

about. It's my chopper.

Oh. Cold.

Ha ha ha ha!

First vertical's up.

Vertical 1 up, Alex.

Copy that.

Second vertical is up.

Second vertical is up, Alex.

Now, once I have radar,

you go to 5, 000 feet.

Fly directly back

above my location.

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