Axon Clips Chapter 10
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Herzog
McKaskill: (on chatter) Hello?
Herzog: McKaskill. Good.
McKaskill: You must have the wrong--
Herzog: Disconnect, and I'll tell Section III where you are.
McKaskill: Dammit! You are just bad luck, you know that?
Herzog: I'm already as good as dead. Don't think I give a damn about taking you with me.
McKaskill: My life hasn't been worth a dry-man's spit since we had our first little chat before the Apolcalypso shipped out.
Herzog: What can I say? I have a way with people.
McKaskill: When the whole thing started to go down, I tried to squirt your note. Did you know that? The Op busted me up for it pretty good.
Herzog: It was the right thing to do.
McKaskill: Yeah, sure. Only you'd be mumbling McKaskill's loaderboy getting the long-sleeve, if she had ratted me out, not you.
Herzog: We have to talk about the artifact you beheld on the Apocalypso.
McKaskill: I hate the sight of needles. I can't even give blood!
Herzog: McKaskill it took a lot of work to seek you out, I need to know how they triggered it, everything depends on it.
McKaskill: I told the investigators, I don't know nothin' about nothin'!
Herzog: I don't know what they'll do if I give them your location. Maybe a hard sound pulse to drop you while you're crossing the street or.. or gas, they're using gas more these days.
McKaskill: (gets a drink) I was just messing around. Like it had these shapes on it, you know? Triangles and lines, and dots... I wasn't even thinking about it, just a nervous habit. (takes a drink) I got bad nerves!
Herzog: Right. And?
McKaskill: They went all the way around, like the tread on a tire. I don't know why, I just touched all the triangles first. The official lab team had given up. They couldn't get nothing out of it.
Herzog: Triangles, all the way around...
McKaskill: Mhm, (drinks) then lines.
Herzog: And dots...?
McKaskill: (chuckles) and kablam!
Herzog: Triangles... lines... dots...
McKaskill: Damn, I'm empty.
Herzog: If it makes you feel any better about revealing the truth, you may have just saved the planet.
McKaskill: Then maybe the planet can buy me a drink.
(chatter off)
