The Losers Page #6

Come on, buddy.

Call me Legless Pooch again,

you're gonna be Headless Jensen.

I think it's a cool name.

Makes you sound like a pirate.

Your mama's a pirate.

Go!

Cover me!

- Get us in the air.

- We don't have room for lift.

Hey, do as you're told!

Go down there and turn around!

- Sh*t!

- Damn it.

You know, I always wondered

how this was gonna play out, Clay.

I told you already. You die very badly.

Oh, yeah?

All right.

Oh, my God.

Jensen, run! Run!

- Now I'm definitely gonna

cut your head off. - Go for it.

Son of a b*tch!

You lose!

We're clear to take off.

Get us out of here.

Okay, all right.

- Get us out of here.

- Okay!

The ordnance is live.

And this is the remote trigger.

Detonation in ten, nine...

That son of a b*tch is stealing our cash!

Clay, Wade's on the move.

Clay!

You got Wade coming at you!

- Run him over.

- What?

Run him over!

Take him.

Outstanding.

Clay, we got a situation here.

I'm looking at a giant, vibrating

Easter egg from hell and no Max.

I think I see him.

Initiate backup plan C.

The one where you rescue me.

Sh*t.

ETA? I'm at rendezvous.

Hello?

Hello?

What's the matter? Crappy reception?

- That was my ride.

- Bummer.

- Clay, is it?

- Colonel.

So you know what this is, then?

- Remote pressure trigger.

- Very good.

I release the button for ten seconds

and everything goes boom.

So since you can't shoot me...

Goddamn it!

You wanna try that again?

That hurt.

Having fun? Enjoying yourself?

Give me the trigger, I let you live.

You know the worst thing about

being the good guy?

What's that?

Having to make decisions like this.

Hey! Ha, ha, ha. Look what Pooch found!

Look what I found.

This should do it.

Disarmed.

Hello?

It's Max.

Hi, Max.

Colonel. Nice catch.

We could've shared the dream together.

Now you're back to where you started.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't go that far.

Why's that?

Well, now I know what you look like.

Be seeing you soon, Max.

It's a nice watch, homes.

Come with us.

When this is over and he's dead...

...you and I are gonna finish that dance.

Fair enough.

Yo, let's go home.

She is volatile.

Poppa, Poppa, we are clear.

Setting perimeter.

You're five by.

I'm a little nervous

about this one, colonel.

Whatever happens,

you get to that package.

- Mission is live.

- Acknowledged.

I'm in.

Okay. The Pooch can do this.

The Pooch can do this.

Hey.

Sir, you can't come in here.

It's okay.

I'm the father.

Where the hell have you been?

Traffic.

Traffic?

It's a boy. It's a boy, Clay.

- And he looks just like me.

- Congrats.

Cheers.

- We're taking a big chance here.

- They're getting slaughtered.

Come on, ref! Watch number nine!

She's throwing elbows!

- Shh.

- Shh.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Hi. My niece, number 21.

She's the star of the team.

- Diaper change.

- What?

- Colonel, you wanna jump on this for me?

- I'd rather jump on a live grenade.

I'm invested.

I have 100 dollars on this game.

Who'd you find to bet

on a girls' soccer game with?

Yeah.

You bet against the Petunias?

Well, he gave me points.

Big mistake.

Let's go, girls. Let's go, girls!

Oh, no.

Hey, hey, hey! You okay?

Are you all right?

- What is that? That is a foul! Are you blind?

- Get off the field, sir! Are you blind?

Hey, boss, boss.

- Get off the field!

- You're not gonna blow your whistle?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Better...

- Yeah, we should.

- A girl kicked to the ground is not a foul?

- Get off!

I wanna know who you work for!

How high up does this go?

Get off the field!

This is worse than the NBA!

Okay, come on.

Come on. Loser!

You don't deserve to wear those stripes!

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