The White King Page #2

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whoa, say "Hey there".

Hey there.

Happy birthday.

Hmm...

Well, I have a...

a little surprise for you.

Something you don't have to take home.

Can you guess what it is?

You're still playing football?

- Yeah.

How about Junior Defense?

- I start this September.

So soon?

You excited?

Yeah.

- Good.

Good, you should be.

Now this,

this hasn't seen the light

of day for thirty years.

You have to be very careful with it.

It's not a toy.

Are you gonna finish this, huh?

Hmm...

Come on. Let's go.

Come on!

To the left!

Hey! Hut!

Here...you wanna feel the weight?

Whoa, ha, ha, ha, whoa, whoa!

You must never point a gun

at another human being.

Unless you wanna kill

them, of course.

Now, let's have a little practice here.

Hmm? No, no.

Two feet on the ground,

two feet on the ground!

Alright. OK.

Now, take aim.

The tin can.

Alright. Now...

loosen your hand, put it under your wrist.

Now, hold your breath

Take aim,

and...shoot.

Ha ha ha! See?

Easy as 1,2,3.

Now, this is where it gets serious.

It's loaded.

Now you must be very, very careful.

Only shoot when I say so.

Alright. Now...take aim,

hold your breath,

Hey, look, look, look, look,

look, look, the enemy.

Hmm?

Shoot the enemy.

Look,shoot it.

I'm serious.

Shoot the enemy.

Come on!

Kill it.

Kill the cat.

Come on...hold your

breath, pull the trigger.

Kill it.

Shoot!

I can't.

Hey, don't be scared.

It's natural.

We're all hunters.

We live off the land.

See your sights and shoot.

Shoot!

Shoot!

Ha ha ha! ha! You did it!

Ah, come on, come on...

You deserve this...

I know you were a bit scared just

pulling that trigger in the beginning,

but, whoa, now you

feel great, don't you?

Yeah...

- You are so like your father.

Don't you think?

- Yeah, he is.

Yeah, he...he wasn't much of a

shooter at first, he had to practice,

and practice, practice and practice

but you're a natural.

They say dad's in a camp.

Do you know where he is?

Do you know what he did?

Mom says you must know something.

- Stop! No more.

You mustnt ask us that.

There's no point in talking

about these things.

You see how it upsets your grandma?

There is nothing... we can do.

Whether we want to or not.

I've got something else for you.

Don't worry...it's not a gift.

It's a reward.

Do you know what this is?

When your father was the same age as

you, maybe a couple of months older,

he won this, in a shooting competition.

After that, he wore it 24/7.

He wore it when he took his military exams,

he wore it when he became a major.

A major.

At 25.

He even... he even wore it

when he was taking the crap.

Yeah, we always said it brought him luck.

Huh...

Come here.

There.

You have a great future ahead of you.

You know that, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Oh!

Oh, that woman.

As fierce as the day I met her.

Surprise!

Happy birthday!

So how was it?

Yeah, it was good.

- Oh, good.

Did you find anything out?

- No.

Nothing? Nothing at all?

- No, not really.

Did you ask?

- Yeah.

And they said nothing?

No.

Nothing at all?

Look, why don't you ask them yourself?

You're the adult.

You know I can't do that.

- Why not?

It's complicated.

What's that you got there?

Put it on the table.

I said "Put it on the table".

It's not a gift. It's a reward!

- You broke the rule.

We are not like your grandparents.

We will never be like them.

Do you understand me?

- No!

I am your mother and

you will listen to me.

They care about me!

- I will not have them brainwash you!

What are you going to do?

Lock me up?!

Go to your room!

I'll get the night shift.

This is the weekend

productivity update.

Serial output is

estimated to be up 23%.

2.3 million tons up last month.

While oil seed production is expected to

increase by 20% in the next three months.

Glory to the home land.

You can touch it? Wanna touch it?

Yeah, here...

Who wants to touch my ball?

Admit it.

You love it, you love it...

You want my ball.

The twins.

What do you want?

We wanted to bring you kids a treat.

Caramels. See?

Help yourselves, don't be scared.

Good, isn't it?

What's the matter?

Don't you want some?

Open.

My dad will kill you!

Like this...

Empty your pockets.

Come on.

Go and get us some cigarettes!

Run!

Next.

Give it back!

- Oh yeah!

Why should we give it back?

- My dad gave it to me!

What do you think?

Shall we give this sad,

sad boy,

his ball back?

Nope. Ha ha ha ha!

That's enough, a**hole.

Do you want to keep your

traitor daddy's ball?

You're gonna have to fight us for it!

Oh no, turd!

I won't let you get away with this!

Next.

How are you, Gaby?

- Good.

Thanks.

- How's the little one?

She was sad to miss the planes,

but she's much better now.

Aren't you, Lauren?

Anyway, it was nothing serious.

- Good.

I'll get a loaf of bread

and some pork, thanks.

Hey.

Sorry, I can't accept these.

What?

You no longer have buying privileges.

You got to be kidding...

I'm sorry.

They got to you, did they?

I'm not leaving until I get what I need.

- Hey...

Please don't make any trouble.

Please, we all have mouths to feed.

Surely we can give them some bread.

- No.

Gaby, please.

Please...

- Come on, mom.

Just dont... don't touch me!

- Please, Hannah. Don't make me call help.

Hey dump stick.

Oh, hi Mrs. Fitz.

Sebastian, get inside! Now!

Shabby's dad...

- Well, he's a coward.

But I'm hungry, mom.

- I'll find another store.

OK?

Next!

Alright, OK.

Hey!

Halt!

Hey!

Hey, a**hole!

What happened?

Declaration of War.

Get your sorry asses

to the watchtower.

Sunday at noon, and get ready to die.

Sincerely, Remus Frunza

Hey!

It's on.

Djata, let's go.

Boo!

Look who it is...Djata.

The traitor's son.

- I'm not!

So where's daddy, then?

Tell me, when did you last see him?

What's it to you?

Our dad was a traitor, too, you know?

- They killed him.

I've come for my ball.

Take a seat.

- I don't want a seat!

I want my ball!

No!

- Sit!

Ready?

Is the ball ours?

No!

Are you sure, huh?

Yes!

Are you sure?

- Yes!

Is it ours? Is it ours?

- No!

Is it ours?

- No!

Is the ball ours?

- No!

Is it ours? Is it ours?

- No!

Is it ours? Is it ours?

And now,

is it ours?

No!

Hey! No!

Show me where.

- I don't know...

You're dead!

I'm gonna kill you!

Hey!

Burn!

Guys! Guys!

Dan. Dan! You're OK.

Come on, Dan.

Are you OK, mom?

Yeah.

It...it's not what

it looks like.

What does it look like?

Be a good boy and go

do your homework, OK?

Don't try wheezing out of it.

- I won't.

Look at you.

I mean it, OK?

So you're not mad at me?

No.

Operator. Confirm your name.

Hannah Fitz.

Connect me to Colonel

Michael Fitz.

Hello?

Hello?

OK, if you picked up, then

at least say something.

OK, I know you're there;

I can hear you wheezing.

What's it gonna be?

Don't you recognize the voice

of your own daughter-in-law?

I find your tone insulting.

Well, I also feel insulted.

You know, you do well to

be less concerned about

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