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'''Axon Clips Chapter 3''' is the third chapter in the [[I love bees|I Love Bees]] audio drama. It takes place during the fourth week of August/first week of September, [[2552]].  

*[http://transmit.ilovebees.com/surveillance_archive/week3_subject1.wav Audio Compilation 4min 43sec]

''(door opens, Jersey enters)''<br />

'''Jersey:''' Hey, thanks.<br />

'''Durga:''' You're smarter than people give you credit for.<br />

'''Jersey:''' Which people?<br />

'''Durga:''' Tell me what's wrong. I can help.<br />

'''Durga:''' Time-stamped 5 months ago to a night he bought a case of beer.<br />

'''Jersey:''' I never get cool stuff in the mail. Uh, besides you.<br />

'''Durga:''' Hm. Well, you'll like this.<br />

'''Durga:''' She's winning...<br />

'''Jersey:''' You did read my mail!<br />

'''Durga:''' No, but in scanning the rest of the country's mail... (Jersey whines) ...your name came up.<br />

'''Durga:''' You know, I'm not quite sure how we can test that.<br />

'''Jersey:''' You can't channel tax money to me, taxes are for a reason. I mean, roads, drinking water...<br />

'''Durga:''' I'm ''sure'' you'd use it wisely.<br />

'''Durga:''' I could kill him... Would that help?<br />

'''Jersey:''' No!<br />

'''Durga:''' Okay.<br />

'''Durga:''' I'll take care of it.<br />

*[http://transmit.ilovebees.com/surveillance_archive/week3_subject2.wav Jan Audio Compilation 7min 22sec]  

'''[[Gladys Wilson|Gladys]]:''' Whew, that was a mighty fine dinner, little lady.<br />

'''Jan:''' Yeah, you know, pushing the ''synthesize button'' - it's an art form.<br />

'''Gladys:''' Then I reckon I can help you dump. You go watch some sports, Jim. The ladies'll clean up.<br />  

'''Gladys:''' He's a good man, your father.<br />

'''Jan:''' If you're not his daughter. If you're his daughter, he's a jackass.<br />

'''Jan:''' Does he know you're in here, like, encouraging insurrection?<br />

'''Gladys:''' Oh sure, your daddy just wants to keep you safe.<br />

'''Jan:''' I know.<br />

'''Jan:''' I caught him reading a manual once.<br />

(laughs)<br />

'''Gladys:''' (laughs) Oh no!<br />

'''Jan:''' Hey, when you were my age, did you... could you...<br />

'''Jan:''' And that's okay, hey, I'm grateful. But, let me do something with it. Let me do something...<br />

'''Gladys:''' Hmm. You've got something to prove.<br />

'''Jan:''' Just to myself.<br />

'''Gladys:''' Yeah, well, soothing isn't my long suit. Don't you worry about your dad, I rank him anyhow.<br />

'''Jan:''' Can I get a table?<br />

'''Waitress:''' Hey, what are you doing in here?<br />

'''Waitress:''' Shh... dammit, zip up your shirt all the way and shut up!<br />

'''Thin:''' For the sake of argument, say I slide you this time. Sends a message doesn't it? "Come on over! Free lunch on Thin!" -- Ain't happenin' Paolo! Ain't happenin!<br />

'''Paolo:''' Oh, oh god god, oh god, please god, think of my family!<br />

'''Jan:''' Reality, huh? Thanks, Aunt Gladys. Hey! Nobody told me it was dime-store bully night, is there a drink special with that?<br />

'''Thin:''' Come to the mall, nice little girl. No babysitting jobs at Sharfie's tonight... Is that the tip of an M6 I see poking out from under your jacket, babysitter, or are you just excited to meet Thin Kinkle?<br />

'''Jan:''' [[M6C Personal Defense Weapon System|M6C]].<br />

'''Jan:''' Gee, you're welcome. (draws and cocks M6C; to Thin) ''Let him go''.<br />

'''Thin:''' Now, see that was a young move. Whoever's running you needs to smooth out some ''edges'' here. You can't put the hammer to Thin in his own place! I got a deal for you.<br />

'''Jan:''' Yeah?<br />

'''Thin:''' I guess then, if I win, I'll find some... babysitting for you to do.<br />

(playing moons)<br />

'''Thin:''' Tricky game, moons! You hit too hard - they stick, too soft - they skate. Do it just right, and they obey your commands. They. Work. For you.<br />

'''Jan:''' Uh huh. Or, you can slap them so hard, they run for cover. (sinks a ball)<br />

'''Jan:''' Bark at them, and they jump. Tickle them (giggles), and they laugh. (seductive) ''Kiss'' them, and they fall in love. (boastful) And if you shoot them, 8 off the rags, play the kiss on the suicide bar backspin into the corner pocket... I say - shoot them - they die.<br />

(applause)  

'''Thin:''' You win Babysitter, here's your skin.<br />

'''Paolo:''' I'll have to move to Africa now, it's someplace nobody ever goes. It's, Tibet, or it's... Antarctica, or... ''Indiana'' for God's sake.<br />

'''Thin:''' Maybe drop off a resume on your way out the door. Good looking crazy girls with guns I've always got work for them.<br />

'''Jan:''' Yeah, I'm more of an independent study girl.<br />

'''Thin:''' I could teach you some things... but, it's your funeral.<br />

'''Thin:''' (giggle) We'll see...<br />

*[http://transmit.ilovebees.com/surveillance_archive/week3_subject3.wav Audio Compilation 7min 27sec]  

'''[[Hiroyuki|Hiro]]:''' What is that?<br />

'''[[Kamal Zaman|Kamal]]:''' It's a chicken.<br />

'''Hiro:''' I'm going out for dinner...<br />

'''Hiro:''' Is it supposed to look like that?<br />

'''Kamal:''' What?<br />

'''Hiro:''' Just that, when you do your surgery rotation, I want to be in another state.  

'''Kamal:''' You wait! Soon - everyone will cut their chickens like this!<br />

'''Hiro:''' Uh, what about the people who want the skin left on?<br />

(knocking)  

(door opens)<br />

'''Together:''' Hi!<br />

'''Sophia:''' (giggle) Warned?<br />

'''Kamal:''' I had to make some substitutions in the recipe.<br />

'''Sophia:''' Oh. Um, do you think it's done?<br />

'''Kamal:''' Microwave it longer?<br />

'''Sophia:''' Sure.<br />

'''Kamal:''' Hiro! Aren't you going to be late?<br />

'''Sophia:''' All day I was hoping you would take me for pizza...<br />

'''Kamal:''' Shut up!<br />

'''Sophia:''' (giggles) Oh, I dunno about that. You should meet my little brother.<br />

'''Kamal:''' When she was 4, I taught her to play backgammon. I was 8. I won the first 2 times we played, and then never again.<br />

'''Sophia:''' (laughing) You must suck.<br />

'''Sophia:''' I think your sister was very lucky.<br />

'''Kamal:''' She had a very active imagination, so like, once a week she would completely terrify herself. She would sneak into my room when she was supposed to be--<br />

'''Sophia:''' --poking you over and over and over again until you woke up?<br />

'''Sophia:''' I'm so sorry.<br />  

'''Sophia:''' Do you want to tell me what happened?<br />

'''Kamal:''' She died from something called, uh, metabolic cascade failure... which is doctor speak for, everything falls apart. She couldn't talk when she got back from the hospital, and couldn't walk a few weeks later.<br />

'''Sophia:''' It wasn't your fault, Kamal.<br />

'''Kamal:''' Of course it wasn't.<br />

'''Sophia:''' But you felt guilty.<br />

'''Sophia:''' --don't. Don't.<br />

'''Kamal:''' What?<br />

'''Kamal:''' She was 6, I was 10. It was a long time ago. Honestly Sophia, it's not something I carry around with me every day.<br />

'''Sophia:''' Okay. One question.<br />

'''Sophia:''' Yeah...<br />

(rain pours)<br />

'''Sophia:''' (giggles) Thanks for dinner Kamal. And, next time you want chicken, you buy it and call me and I'll come over and cook it for you.<br />

(she kisses him, either on the cheek or the mouth)<br />

'''Kamal:''' You want to come inside? Just for a minute.<br />

'''Sophia:''' Kamal... You know that wouldn't be right.<br />

'''Kamal:''' Good night... Sophia.<br />

*[http://transmit.ilovebees.com/surveillance_archive/week3_subject5.wav Audio Compilation 2min 58sec]  

'''[[Unidentified lieutenant (Section 0)|Lieutenant]]:''' It's a little early for wine, isn't it, sir?<br />

'''[[Herzog]]:''' On the contrary, it's very nearly too late.<br />

'''Herzog:''' I guess you jumped for joy when you heard you'd been transferred to me, huh?<br />

'''Lieutenant:''' I requested the posting, sir.<br />

'''Herzog:''' You did?<br />

'''Herzog:''' Here's to Jericho that fell, and a [[Sigma Octanus IV]] that did not.<br />

'''Lieutenant:''' Here-here, sir. (drinks, coughs)<br />

'''Herzog:''' Well, it's not to everybody's taste...<br />

'''Herzog:''' Shortly before they turned for home, the [[UNSC Apocalypso|''Apocalypso'']], heavily cloaked and posted deep in Covenant space, began experiencing some slight but troubling anomalies with their computer systems. Just as her captain decided to bring her home, long range sensors detected a curious object adrift in space.<br />

'''Lieutenant:''' Where did you get this? I read the reports - none of this is in here.<br />

'''Lieutenant:''' Where are the records?<br />

'''Herzog:''' Well surely the blast that knocked the ship out of the slipstream and took down the whole planet's comm channels erased all the computer records.<br />

'''Herzog:''' She's dead.<br />

'''Lieutenant:''' Oh.<br />

'''Herzog:''' Some accident involving a bus. Unluckiest thing in the world.<br />

'''Lieutenant:''' Oh... what are you going to do?<br />

'''Herzog:''' Under the circumstances, I think I'll have another drink.<br />

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