Xchange Page #4

No civilian entry or exit.

U nless you're a clone.

- Check the stairs !

- Okay.

All right, level 31 .

Go. Go!

You will find this guy.

I'll kill you. Move !

Find him now!

All right.

Man:

Finally, huh?

L.E. Bytel?

What?

Dressed like that?

Are you from L.E. Bytel?

Are you replacing the guy who

lost his arm in the shredder?

Ahem !

They didn't tell me

what happened.

Figures.

Two on, two off?

What?

Your shift.

Your shift.

Two days on, two days off?

U hh...

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's get going.

H ere's your I D.

D-6 G.E.F.

Ahem !

Come on, come on !

Ahem !

You okay?

You all right?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Ow! Ow!

You sure you're ready

to operate the D-6 G.E.F.'s?

Sure.

H ey, uh, check

your telltale.

Your telltale.

You understand?

53 hours, 42 minutes.

After that, you're goo.

What? I thought I was good

for seven days.

What do you care? Your shift

is two days on, two days off.

You'll be back

way before that.

See, this frame

has already worked a shift.

H ere.

H ere's your temp I D.

Now, listen to me.

Once you're finished

out there,

I want you

to come right back.

I mean, right away.

Every once in a while,

one of these boys

runs out of gas

a hair early.

Especially

these souped-up models.

Really?

They don't tell

the corpie bosses that.

If you get caught

in a decomposer,

it's not pretty.

Okay?

Wait a minute,

you know,

nobody ever told me

anything about this.

Listen, pal,

there's a lot of things

they don't tell people

around here.

You know where

the shuttle is?

I-I'll find it.

Thanks.

No, that's all right.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Where do they find

these guys?

H ey! H ey!

See a civvie

running around here?

Black hair,

tall, skinny guy?

No, sir.

Hold it.

There's a problem.

I got to check

your I D.

Sure.

I delegate some authority

and 1 0 minutes later,

everything turns to sh*t?

I'm really, really sorry.

Well, track his I D, Walt!

We're getting nothing

on the West Coast satellites.

H m. Well, did it ever

occur to you

that he could've gotten

on a f***ing plane?

H e could be back

in N ew York right now,

for all we know!

All right.

I'll, uh, expand

the search parameters.

Good, and while

you're at it,

void his I D.

Right.

H e won't have any credits.

H e'll be a vagrant.

That'll flush him out.

Oh, and get the cops

to warrant him for body theft.

Yeah, but if I do that,

I've got to notify the FBI.

Simons, use your head.

The last thing I need are

the feds poking around in here.

I do not want the media

exposure.

Well, won't it look

like we're trying to--

Look, just do your job! !

No problem.

Oh, and, Walt...

screw this up and I have

just one thing to say to you:

Indianapolis.

Indianapolis

is radioactive.

( jet engines whine )

P.A.:
Welcome

to N ew York Airport,

and thank you for flying.

And remember, you

are safer in the air

than at home.

Josh, it's me, Stuart.

H ey, hey, hey.

Where are you?

Wh-what the hell

you doing out there?

I'm back in N ew York.

I mean, uh, I've floated

hundreds of times

without ever having

any kind of problem.

Shut up, Josh, okay?

I need your help.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Okay, look, um...

come on into the office,

and we'll work this

all out, okay?

Okay.

Let me talk to Ralpha.

All right, all right.

Look, um...

Don't worry.

Don't worry, okay?

And, uh...

we'll see you soon,

buddy.

Okay?

Ahem !

Mr. Toffler.

Thank God !

Ralpha,

you are not gonna believe

what's been happening to me.

Listen to me.

I don't think

it's a very good idea

that you come in here

right now.

What do you mean?

What's going on?

Just go home.

I'll call you later,

all right? I--

Mr. Toffler?

Computer:

Credit card account terminated.

H ello?

- Credit canceled.

- F***!

Sorry, my man, but I'm gonna

have to take you to the cops.

Vagrancy laws, you know.

No. Take me to

the FBI building now.

H ey... personally

I'd love to,

but they'd examine

my cab's trip record,

and I'd get

the big heave-ho.

You understand.

Like I said,

FBI it is.

We had a blip

just for a moment,

and then we lost him.

Where was he?

N ew York City.

I told you.

You're right.

God help me.

Computer:

Warning.

This is a federal building.

Transporting objects

made of metal

is forbidden without

security clearance.

If the Yamashta screen

detects forbidden items,

you will be destroyed.

To gain access,

please insert

your card now.

Cordell Dickerson

on duty, night shift.

How're you doing?

Just sign in.

What are you doing

in a G.E.F?

My body's been stolen.

Really?

That's strange.

Xchange hasn't

reported it yet.

No sh*t.

How can someone

steal your body?

They'd never get through

the I D check.

Ask Xchange. Ask them

how some guy named Fisk

got into their damn system.

James Fisk?

You know him?

H e's a corporate terrorist.

Are you saying my body's

been stolen by a terrorist?

Who do you think

steals bodies, Mr. Toffler?

If James Fisk

has your body,

you could be

in real trouble.

I have 47 hours to live.

How's that for trouble?

I have a feeling

my people

will be very interested

in your case.

We've been trying to get

a solid lead

on James Fisk

for two years.

Now wait here.

I'll be back shortly.

Great.

I die, he gets a promotion.

( whirring )

Don't touch that.

So where'd you learn how to do

all this stuff anyway?

Junior college.

May I help you?

I need some

personal protection.

Right now we have

an excellent sale

on pepper spray.

Do you have the CEO attache?

I'm terribly sorry.

The ICC regulations

prohibit the sale--

To all persons without

a ranking of C-4 or above.

I know.

I qualify.

I'm Stuart Toffler.

If you'll check my account

with Kinsey-Gebhart.

The number is 976769.

I'm undercover.

H m.

U h, come with me.

Absolutely the latest.

Debugger.

N eural mace.

Teflon resin undershirt.

I'm wearing one right now.

Security screen pouch

to shield against tracking.

And expanding baffle earplugs

to guard against sonic stun,

and these are not the cheesy

white ones the cops have.

I know what's in it.

Really?

Well, this is new.

A Sharper Way exclusive.

Protonic monofilament.

This is a single strand

of iron molecules

held in stasis by an Oberlin

electromagnetic field.

Ahem !

Exactly.

It's extremely dangerous.

An instruction booklet's

included.

You have to sign a waiver

of liability.

Right now it's legal

for you to own it.

We're not so sure

about using it.

Walt:

H ey, I've got something.

Where is he?

Midtown Manhattan.

H e's gone.

Must've got into a cab.

Well, where would he go?

Think about it.

U se your head.

Where would you go?

I hate to disturb

you mad scientists,

but I have something

for you to do.

Change.

Change.

H ello, George.

Password:
I'm back.

Lights on, please.

George:

Welcome home, Mr. Toffler.

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