Riddick Page #2

It's open to all Mercs.

- By the way, my name is...

- "Too late. "

That's your name. "Too Late. "

And I don't need you stepping

all over my dick here, my friend.

Well, I'll tell you what.

I won't lift a finger to help

until you come ask me for it. How's that?

I was scoping this out earlier.

It's a cave system. Five clicks south.

Might be worth a look.

Hey, Too Late.

Need to pull a node from your ship

and store it right here

next to mine. Okay?

Really? Why is that?

Riddick triggered the beacon

to get off-world, right?

Basically, he was calling a taxi.

And...

And a ship would make

a sweet trap, right?

Confined space, metal walls, jail cell.

Is cool, huh?

Is it true half the people you meet

are below average intelligence?

Got to make sure the ship stays

grounded when he comes for them, okay?

Come on.

Dahl, pull a node from the ship.

I'll do it...

Ooh!

Ooh...

Any time now, Riddick.

I'm telling you, this is total overkill.

What? Eleven of us out here now?

Should have been a four-man op, tops.

You are jinxing our janx, man.

And that ain't cool.

Hey, I don't give a sh*t what they say.

He's one guy.

Whatever you say, man.

He's one guy.

Man...

So I guess that's what

passes for a f***ing moon on this planet.

It's gonna be a dark night.

Advantage, him.

Maybe he's gonna wear you down first.

Force you to go without sleep.

Can't you see I'm busy?

I'm just sharing my thoughts.

Well, now that you have,

can I politely invite you to

step off my f***ing porch?

I'll start rotating down.

You let me know, huh?

As soon as I have his head in a box,

I will let you know.

Grid 29D. Stand by, stand by.

What you got, cuz?

Aha, some dingo-dongo thing.

Yeah. I see it now.

You want me to pop it?

Knock it down. One shot suppressed.

Nice work, Diaz. Encouraging.

Had something in my eye.

- It's called a scope.

Try next time.

You got this, right?

Will you get off my freaking frequency!

What the f*** is going on here?

Thank f***ing God!

F*** off!

Rubio, coming your way now.

Gotta swap out a bad sensor.

What was here versus what was found.

How does it square?

Pretty good. I mean, the morphine's gone,

but that's always the first thing to go.

That was a bit weird, though.

"A predator restraint

with 42-inch offset jaws. "

Six listed, zero found.

That is an odd thing to go for a walk.

Yeah, but, Boss, you know how sh*t

goes missing from these stations.

One bad year and guys are

ripping sh*t off for salvage.

Hey, Santana?

You did sweep the area

before I got here, right?

Sweep for what?

I just want to make sure

no one has set any traps for us.

5Q.

Understand what I'm saying?

Traps? What kind of traps?

The kind with jaws.

Don't touch that f***ing thing!

What?

Up-armor.

Sh*t!

Ready. Ready.

Stay put, stay put, stay put, stay put!

Oopah!

Who the hell was

that screaming and why?

Nunez, break out the sweep gear.

And figure out how many

of these big-ass traps

we got out here, okay?

I'm thinking maybe the

whole upper left quad

is some kind of f***ing mine field.

You got to do that now, okay, Nunez?

Copy that, Nunez?

Nunez?

This is bad. This is very bad.

Nunez? Nunez?

Shut the f*** up, puto!

His radio just crapped out.

Someone get eyes on him.

Make sure he's right

where he should be, 13-H. Go, go, go!

Right here.

13-H. He's supposed to

be right f***ing...

So this was overkill, huh?

Eleven of us, too many. Yeah.

You know all about Riddick, right?

Well, maybe you need to

take that sh*t back!

Take the jinx off our janx.

You understand me?

That's what you need to do, Falco.

You need to unjinxelate our f***ing janx!

Don't mess with me now.

Hey. Hey, what is it? What is it?

- Get back!

- It's me, it's me.

He's got Falco!

Jock up, but you're staying home.

No one's going out there until I say so.

Man down, he's got Falco.

Compromise, compromise.

How the f*** did he do that?

Never ever saw him, man.

He was right here and I never...

What about the ship? Is he on it?

He's not coming for the

ships, he's coming for f***ing us!

Just f***ing shoot! Shoot!

One night, three dead.

Not sure I'm loving this trend.

Two dead, one missing.

Exactly. Three dead.

Well, look at it this way, boys.

We might all fit on one ship now.

Diaz!

Get those other traps back there.

Luna, say something Bible-like

over these bodies.

Okay, maybe,

we zero this out.

What is your tag anyway?

So now you wanna know my name.

Well, I'm not sure I'm gonna say.

Because everyone

you know by name, Santana, winds up dead.

You gonna clean this sh*t up?

- Excuse me.

- Wow.

Watch out for surprise attacks.

Maybe...

Maybe it's time to start

merging assets, right?

So this is you asking for my help?

This is me saying

that I may need some of your gear.

If some of your guys

happen to come attached to that gear,

I will understand that's

the way it's gotta be.

So you're asking for my gear's help?

More like that.

Moss...

The gear's saying, "Nah". B*tch.

There's your answer.

What the f*** do you want, man?

You know what?

I'm gonna fold you in, Santana.

But I give orders to Dahl.

And Dahl's gonna give orders to you.

And that's the chain of command

from this point forward.

Why am I not loving this plan so far?

Oh, I know, I know. You know why?

Because it sucks ass and swallows!

I'm not taking orders from your pet whore

who thinks I won't smack

her right back...

I don't f*** guys.

Occasionally I f*** 'em

up if they need it.

Here's what's gonna happen, Santana.

You're gonna take a back seat.

We'll track Riddick down, I promise.

But I want him alive.

You give me a day,

and after that he's yours to kill.

You're giving me the bounty?

You pay my crew, fuel costs,

the rest is yours. That's the deal.

What is Riddick for you?

Not just some convict.

What do you want? Why are you here?

Who are you?

My name is Johns.

Lock down those ships,

get those hogs on deck.

I will ride with Moss and Lockspur.

I want a non-lethal load-out, L.O.D.'s

and phosphor frags to start with.

This is a man that hunts by night.

We'll take it to him by day.

Diaz! Vargas!

Show me the spot of the last kill.

Some kind of canine.

Hey, Diaz, I got a dog here.

Is it the same

dingo-dongo thing from last night?

Nah, I'm pretty sure we killed that one.

Could be the same one.

The same.

Dahl, get your sniper rifle

and barium rounds now.

1,500 meters.

Could be just the first hole it found.

A stressed animal

is gonna run to ground it knows.

Besides, I'm getting human pheromones.

Riddick!

Dial down, dial down, dial down!

Santana's guy.

Falco.

Sh*t. Did we just kill a hostage?

I've been hunting

Riddick for 10 years.

The concept of a hostage

has no appeal to him.

Falco was already dead.

This is just some

f***ing sideshow to buy more time.

Whoa! F***...

Sh*t.

Just dropped some mud right there.

So if Riddick isn't here...

Dahl? Dahl, do you copy?

Does anyone copy?

Dahl, you there?

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