S.T.A.L.K.E.R: The Duel Page #6

go steal one."

No.

Jules, baby,

you didn't mean that

when you said it,

and you know it, okay?

This... This is not your fault.

A ball.

A stupid basketball.

I'd give him 100 basketballs

right now if it'd wake him up.

So regardless

of what I said before,

I want you to know that I will

always be there for you.

Okay?

Hey, whenever you need me.

Come here.

Ever since I came back,

you are never here. Ever!

But I have to work.

I haven't had a good meal

since I've been here.

I'm sorry. I can cook now.

Vance!

And you. What?

You too good to talk

to your old man?

You gotta talk to me now,

don't you?

Please, Daniel, just let him...

No, you shut up!

Just shut up!

You think you're better

than me, don't you, huh?

Huh?

You wanna punch your old man.

I've got a better idea.

I'm not a kid anymore. Game.

I'm gonna teach you some respect.

You tired? Ball.

Hey, yo, Jules?

Hey, pretty girl,

how you holding up?

- I'm okay.

- You sure?

Well, maybe this will help you

feel a little better.

Thank you.

- How about your mama?

- She's sleeping.

Do you know where Jules is?

Jules left.

Left. To the hospital?

Where'd he go?

He said he wanted

to go fix things.

To fix things, huh?

Okay, well, you stay safe, Angie.

Keep smiling, all right?

Okay.

Hello?

Did Maurice ever tell you

where the Gathering takes place?

The Gathering? Why?

Jules wants revenge,

and I don't think he's thinking straight.

Against Maurice?

Please, Lena,

just tell me where it is.

He told me it took place

at the warehouse

at New Dock Street in Brooklyn.

All right.

Thank you so much.

Don't. Don't do this, Jules.

Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't.

I can give you two, man...

Ang and your mother.

I'm doing this for them

and Rody, too.

This chump don't deserve to live.

Yo, if you kill him,

you will ruin your life, too.

- I don't care anymore.

- I care.

You're better than he is, Jules.

Look, your mom has

gone through enough pain.

Let's take away

everything he's got...

his court, this duel.

We got him this time, man.

Come on.

All right.

Let's get him, man.

Ain't no losing this time.

This is it.

Final game.

Winner takes all.

Yo, Jules,

I had no ill will towards little man.

He ran in front of the car,

and that was that.

Before the end of this game,

I'm gonna see you bleed.

Game!

Accepted.

- Vance!

- What?

Damn!

So, did you win?

That depends.

On what?

On whether or not I have you.

So I forgot to ask you.

How do you like

your new place?

It's nice.

Definitely cleaner.

And closer to me.

That's the best part.

Yo, yo. Keep it PG-13, partner.

I missed you, crony.

Me, too, man. I haven't seen you

since you moved to this new crib.

Well, we movin' on up.

Mostly 'cause of you.

I guess I should say thank you

or something, huh?

- You don't have to say anything.

- Good, 'cause I wasn't planning on it.

What about you, little man?

How long till you're bouncing

around with that camera again?

- The doctor said six months.

- That's nothing.

And my brother said I can play

with the basketball any time I want now.

Good for you, buddy.

Pound it.

- You taking care of my girl?

- I'm trying.

- Good, 'cause if you don't...

- I know. I know. Easy.

All right. Look, enough

with the death threats, all right?

Let's go get some grub.

Oh, do it.

Yo, dude, I really miss you, homey.

- For real...

- Game!

What you say?

For old time's sake?

Go get them.

- How much?

- 300.

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