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HOW MUCH TIME?
PLENTY! TWENTYSIX MINUTES!
WE'RE NOT LEAVING!
Ripley...
She's alive. They brought her here and you know it.
In seventeen minutes this place will be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.
You did okay, Bishop.
Well, thanks, I
...that's better. Pan it around a bit.
Awright. Fireteam A. Gear up. Let's move. Two minutes. Somebody wake up Hicks.
Okay, let's do it.
Awright! I want a nice clean dispersal this time.
Set down sixty meters this side of the telemetry mast. Immediate dust off on my 'clear,' then stay on station.
Ten seconds, people. Look sharp!
First squad up, on line. Hicks, get yours in a cordon. Watch the rear.
Vasquez, take point. Let's move.
Flameunits only. I want rifles slung.
Let's go. Pull 'em out.
Uh,...Apone, I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC, over.
Say again? All after incinerators?
This floor's freezing.
Christ. I never saw such a buncha old women. You want me to fetch your slippers, Hudson?
Would you, Sir?
Whoooah! No shit? I'm impressed.
Let's go...let's go. Cycle through!
Hey, 'Top.' What's the op?
Rescue mission. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we gotta rescue from virginity.
Movement!
Position?
Can't lock up...
Talk to me, Hudson.
Uh, seems to be in front and behind.
Hope their plumbing's the same.
It is.
How can I go?
Put on your washandwear suit and your clipon tie, have your landlady tie your shoes for you, and show up at the church. Simple. Me and Carol are going.
What?
Hey, look we've known Kristin since... since she was conceived in that cabin up in Big Bear. Remember? You and Edie banged the wall so hard, me and Carol were picking plaster out of our hair for a week...
Goddammit, Tug I want to see Kristin get married, okay? But
But you're bummed because your ex and her new husband are paying for the whole thing.
Shit, if Kristin had to get married where I could afford it, we'd be holding the reception at Buddy's Burgers.
Does that look at all suspicious to you?
Whatever gave you that idea?
You got your vest?
Of course. Right in the trunk of the car.
Yeah, that's comforting. Mine, too.
Watch the driver. I'm going for a better angle on the door.
I got him. Don't get pinned.
Get outta there!
I can't! Do you mind!
I'll cover you! Get outta there!!
Yeah, Sykes?
Captain. I'd like to volunteer for duty with the new detective.
You are to have nothing to do with the investigation into Bill Tuggle's death. You know that. Leave that for Fedorchuk.
Departmental policy.
You?
Granger and Pitts are already on it.
Granger and Pitts have one hell of a caseload... and I would have thought with Jetson here being the first Newcomer plainclothes, and Hubley's body being found over in the Newcomer community...
Don't tell me what to think.
You know I've been over all this with Fedorchuk and Alterez this morning...
Come on. You got nothin' better to do, cushy county job like yours.
Yeah, right. Don't push your luck. Anyway, according to the sheet, the guy you nailed outside by the car
The human?
Yeah... he was one Martin Helder. White male, twentyseven. Let's see... wrap sheet shows one armed robbery conviction, a couple for sale of a controlled substance. Oh yeah, and he was wired on coke when you stopped his clock.
No I.D. on him and well, you know, no fingerprints so it could be tough. Your buddies this morning went through the mug book but couldn't make a facial match.
Fedorchuk couldn't find his ass with his hands in his back pockets.
You took this gut out, too, didn't you?
Yeah.
Lucky for you, you got him in both of his... well, what we loosely refer to as... hearts.
Lucky nothing. I had to empty my damn gun into him.
That's the way these people are. You don't hit both pumps you just piss them off.
Oh, here's an extra headshot if you need one. We're just about to start cutting in. You're welcome to stick around if you want. It's really fascinating stuff.
Yeah, I'll bet.
You guys finished the postmortem on Strader yet?
You mean the Blob? They're finishing up now.
What kind of test?
Looking for some foreign compound in the blood of that alien you dropped the other day.
Did he find anything?
Jesus, are the questions too tough for you already? Let's try again Is your name Porter?
Ss'kya'ta'.
What's that?
One of the two men was Hubley, right? What about the other one? Did you know him?
Yeah... I seen him around. High roller dude named Strader. Joshua Strader. Runs a club on the west side. Encounters.
Yeah, I heard of it.
That's all I know. You want anything more, you ask somebody else.
Here's Hubley. Left Quarantine on November thirtieth, relocated first to Riverside, then moved to Los Angeles early in February the following year. Field of expertise: chemical manufacturing. Looks like he passed up several other better paying jobs waiting for that one at the refinery.
Try Joshua Strader, will ya, darlin'?
For you, anything.
Released December one. He and his wife moved first to Modesto, then Coalinga, California wherever that is settled in L.A. in April. Field of expertise: organic chemical engineering. He and his wife have one child, a son.
Yeah we met him. Wonderful boy... close personal friend of George's here.
I'm sorry, Matt. Nothing here seems to be matching up...
Can you dig up their Quarantine records in this thing?
Sure. Just a minute.
Mr. Hubley was an all right guy and a damn good manager. The men liked him. I'm really gonna have to scramble to fill his shoes.
Well, one of the men didn't like him so much...
You think this is the guy who did it?
We think he could'a been involved, yeah. You know him?
To be honest, it's hard to say. I hate to admit it but they all still kinda look alike to me.
Who else can I ask around here?
Wait. You know who it looks like? Yeah. Anderson. Uh... James Anderson. He isn't in today. He took the afternoon off.

HOW MUCH TIME?

PLENTY! TWENTYSIX MINUTES!

WE'RE NOT LEAVING!

Ripley...

She's alive. They brought her here and you know it.

In seventeen minutes this place will be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska.

You did okay, Bishop.

Well, thanks, I

...that's better. Pan it around a bit.

Awright. Fireteam A. Gear up. Let's move. Two minutes. Somebody wake up Hicks.

Okay, let's do it.

Awright! I want a nice clean dispersal this time.

Set down sixty meters this side of the telemetry mast. Immediate dust off on my 'clear,' then stay on station.

Ten seconds, people. Look sharp!

First squad up, on line. Hicks, get yours in a cordon. Watch the rear.

Vasquez, take point. Let's move.

Flameunits only. I want rifles slung.

Let's go. Pull 'em out.

Uh,...Apone, I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC, over.

Say again? All after incinerators?

This floor's freezing.

Christ. I never saw such a buncha old women. You want me to fetch your slippers, Hudson?

Would you, Sir?

Whoooah! No shit? I'm impressed.

Let's go...let's go. Cycle through!

Hey, 'Top.' What's the op?

Rescue mission. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we gotta rescue from virginity.

Movement!

Position?

Can't lock up...

Talk to me, Hudson.

Uh, seems to be in front and behind.

Hope their plumbing's the same.

It is.

How can I go?

Put on your washandwear suit and your clipon tie, have your landlady tie your shoes for you, and show up at the church. Simple. Me and Carol are going.

What?

Hey, look we've known Kristin since... since she was conceived in that cabin up in Big Bear. Remember? You and Edie banged the wall so hard, me and Carol were picking plaster out of our hair for a week...

Goddammit, Tug I want to see Kristin get married, okay? But

But you're bummed because your ex and her new husband are paying for the whole thing.

Shit, if Kristin had to get married where I could afford it, we'd be holding the reception at Buddy's Burgers.

Does that look at all suspicious to you?

Whatever gave you that idea?

You got your vest?

Of course. Right in the trunk of the car.

Yeah, that's comforting. Mine, too.

Watch the driver. I'm going for a better angle on the door.

I got him. Don't get pinned.

Get outta there!

I can't! Do you mind!

I'll cover you! Get outta there!!

Yeah, Sykes?

Captain. I'd like to volunteer for duty with the new detective.

You are to have nothing to do with the investigation into Bill Tuggle's death. You know that. Leave that for Fedorchuk.

Departmental policy.

You?

Granger and Pitts are already on it.

Granger and Pitts have one hell of a caseload... and I would have thought with Jetson here being the first Newcomer plainclothes, and Hubley's body being found over in the Newcomer community...

Don't tell me what to think.

You know I've been over all this with Fedorchuk and Alterez this morning...

Come on. You got nothin' better to do, cushy county job like yours.

Yeah, right. Don't push your luck. Anyway, according to the sheet, the guy you nailed outside by the car

The human?

Yeah... he was one Martin Helder. White male, twentyseven. Let's see... wrap sheet shows one armed robbery conviction, a couple for sale of a controlled substance. Oh yeah, and he was wired on coke when you stopped his clock.

No I.D. on him and well, you know, no fingerprints so it could be tough. Your buddies this morning went through the mug book but couldn't make a facial match.

Fedorchuk couldn't find his ass with his hands in his back pockets.

You took this gut out, too, didn't you?

Yeah.

Lucky for you, you got him in both of his... well, what we loosely refer to as... hearts.

Lucky nothing. I had to empty my damn gun into him.

That's the way these people are. You don't hit both pumps you just piss them off.

Oh, here's an extra headshot if you need one. We're just about to start cutting in. You're welcome to stick around if you want. It's really fascinating stuff.

Yeah, I'll bet.

You guys finished the postmortem on Strader yet?

You mean the Blob? They're finishing up now.

What kind of test?

Looking for some foreign compound in the blood of that alien you dropped the other day.

Did he find anything?

Jesus, are the questions too tough for you already? Let's try again Is your name Porter?

Ss'kya'ta'.

What's that?

One of the two men was Hubley, right? What about the other one? Did you know him?

Yeah... I seen him around. High roller dude named Strader. Joshua Strader. Runs a club on the west side. Encounters.

Yeah, I heard of it.

That's all I know. You want anything more, you ask somebody else.

Here's Hubley. Left Quarantine on November thirtieth, relocated first to Riverside, then moved to Los Angeles early in February the following year. Field of expertise: chemical manufacturing. Looks like he passed up several other better paying jobs waiting for that one at the refinery.

Try Joshua Strader, will ya, darlin'?

For you, anything.

Released December one. He and his wife moved first to Modesto, then Coalinga, California wherever that is settled in L.A. in April. Field of expertise: organic chemical engineering. He and his wife have one child, a son.

Yeah we met him. Wonderful boy... close personal friend of George's here.

I'm sorry, Matt. Nothing here seems to be matching up...

Can you dig up their Quarantine records in this thing?

Sure. Just a minute.

Mr. Hubley was an all right guy and a damn good manager. The men liked him. I'm really gonna have to scramble to fill his shoes.

Well, one of the men didn't like him so much...

You think this is the guy who did it?

We think he could'a been involved, yeah. You know him?

To be honest, it's hard to say. I hate to admit it but they all still kinda look alike to me.

Who else can I ask around here?

Wait. You know who it looks like? Yeah. Anderson. Uh... James Anderson. He isn't in today. He took the afternoon off.