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everyone to Yusif and Camir.
“Is the exit open?” Oddball asks.
Pilch lets him go.
“Exit? Oh, no. It’s filled with water. Shit almost drowned.”
Muller eyes Smith suspiciously.
Smith notices Vanessa, “Hey! Who’s the dame?”
“Lewis make it out?” Johnson asks.
Smith ignores him, looking Vanessa up and down.
“Smith!” Monte barks.
Smith looks from Vanessa to Monte, “Yeah, what?”
“Did Lewis make it?”
Smith shakes his head, “Say, I lost my weapon. Any spares?”
Oddball steps up and hands him Matty’s Luger, “Sure.”
Smith smiles at Oddball, “See you on the other side,” Smith
raises the pistol and fires past Oddball and into Camir’s face. Oddball falls
back to the ground, and Yusif steps over him, and with a lightning fast slice
severs Smith’s hand.
Smith isn’t fazed by the loss of his hand; he looks down to
it on the ground, “Well fuck.”
“Filthy traitor,” Monte says and he and Johnson fire bursts
from there Thompson’s into his chest. Smith looks down at the holes in his
chest and then looks up to Monte and shrugs.
“Sorry,” Smith chides and grabs for Monte’s throat, but
Monte throws him to the ground. Johnson steps up and pins him down with a boot
to the chest.
“The same thing happened to my men,” Muller tells them.
“What?”
Muller points to Smith’s broken body. His torn pants reveals
his whole leg is bone, “They turned on us.”
Monte looks down at Smith.
Pilch is dumbstruck, “Buddy, no.”
“Why?” Monte asks Smith.
“Had to, death, I need death.”
“But you’re already dead,” Oddball whines.
Smith looks at his severed hand, "Do I look dead?”
“Uh . . . ”
“I mean, Jesus Christ, Oddball, look at me.”
“I . . . ”
Yusif kneels next to Camir and begins a prayer in Arabic.
Smith looks over.
“Why?” Monte barks.
“Belial said he would let me pass if I helped kill the
A-rab.”
“I thought you were a better man than . . . ”
“Fuck you!” he interrupts and struggles to get free, “Come
on guys, just kill him for me, please.”
Pilch is in shock, “Smith, no.”
“You hate ‘em, I know you do, Pilch. Just shoot him.”
Yusif looks up to Pilch.
“Kill him, Pilch! Kill him!”
Pilch turns his back on Smith.
“No!”
Monte kicks Smith in the head, “Hey!”
Smith looks from Pilch to Monte.
“I heard enough outta’ you,” Monte says.
“I can feel it, on the edge of perception,” Smith whines.
“Heaven?” Johnson asks, hopeful.
“I don’t know, but I need to get there and I can’t. Please.”
“I can help you,” Monte says.
Smith looks to him, “Yeah, kill ‘em, Sarge, kill ‘em.”
Monte takes aim at Smith.
He gives Monte a demonic smile, “You’ll never make it out of
here alive.”
“You don’t have to worry about that now,” Monte says as he fires.
The men watch the ball of light float into the ceiling and
then look at the corpse of their friend, stunned.
Monte looks to Johnson, “Johnson.”
Johnson stares at Smith.
“Johnson!”
He looks to Monte.
“Check the door.”
Johnson nods and moves down the hallway. Yusif prays over
Camir’s lifeless corpse. Vanessa follows after Johnson.
Johnson opens the door. He looks inside, followed by
Vanessa. The room has four cots and a table. Ancient weapons hang on the wall, and
a journal and hairbrush lay on a table. Vanessa looks at the swords on the wall
and an intricate painting of a city on the sea.
“Carthaginian,” she states.
Pilch lights a cigarette, “Who?”
“Rome’s ancient enemy. A great city . . . never mind.”
Yusif raises his scimitar.
“What are you doing?” Monte asks.
“Saving him,” Yusif gives his old friend a last look, then
beheads him. Monte looks on, understanding.
Johnson opens the next door. Vanessa looks in.
A statue stands in the center of the room with a water pool
at its base. Pilch notices the statue is holding a beautifully gilded gold
jewelry box. Vanessa
“Is the exit open?” Oddball asks.
Pilch lets him go.
“Exit? Oh, no. It’s filled with water. Shit almost drowned.”
Muller eyes Smith suspiciously.
Smith notices Vanessa, “Hey! Who’s the dame?”
“Lewis make it out?” Johnson asks.
Smith ignores him, looking Vanessa up and down.
“Smith!” Monte barks.
Smith looks from Vanessa to Monte, “Yeah, what?”
“Did Lewis make it?”
Smith shakes his head, “Say, I lost my weapon. Any spares?”
Oddball steps up and hands him Matty’s Luger, “Sure.”
Smith smiles at Oddball, “See you on the other side,” Smith
raises the pistol and fires past Oddball and into Camir’s face. Oddball falls
back to the ground, and Yusif steps over him, and with a lightning fast slice
severs Smith’s hand.
Smith isn’t fazed by the loss of his hand; he looks down to
it on the ground, “Well fuck.”
“Filthy traitor,” Monte says and he and Johnson fire bursts
from there Thompson’s into his chest. Smith looks down at the holes in his
chest and then looks up to Monte and shrugs.
“Sorry,” Smith chides and grabs for Monte’s throat, but
Monte throws him to the ground. Johnson steps up and pins him down with a boot
to the chest.
“The same thing happened to my men,” Muller tells them.
“What?”
Muller points to Smith’s broken body. His torn pants reveals
his whole leg is bone, “They turned on us.”
Monte looks down at Smith.
Pilch is dumbstruck, “Buddy, no.”
“Why?” Monte asks Smith.
“Had to, death, I need death.”
“But you’re already dead,” Oddball whines.
Smith looks at his severed hand, "Do I look dead?”
“Uh . . . ”
“I mean, Jesus Christ, Oddball, look at me.”
“I . . . ”
Yusif kneels next to Camir and begins a prayer in Arabic.
Smith looks over.
“Why?” Monte barks.
“Belial said he would let me pass if I helped kill the
A-rab.”
“I thought you were a better man than . . . ”
“Fuck you!” he interrupts and struggles to get free, “Come
on guys, just kill him for me, please.”
Pilch is in shock, “Smith, no.”
“You hate ‘em, I know you do, Pilch. Just shoot him.”
Yusif looks up to Pilch.
“Kill him, Pilch! Kill him!”
Pilch turns his back on Smith.
“No!”
Monte kicks Smith in the head, “Hey!”
Smith looks from Pilch to Monte.
“I heard enough outta’ you,” Monte says.
“I can feel it, on the edge of perception,” Smith whines.
“Heaven?” Johnson asks, hopeful.
“I don’t know, but I need to get there and I can’t. Please.”
“I can help you,” Monte says.
Smith looks to him, “Yeah, kill ‘em, Sarge, kill ‘em.”
Monte takes aim at Smith.
He gives Monte a demonic smile, “You’ll never make it out of
here alive.”
“You don’t have to worry about that now,” Monte says as he fires.
The men watch the ball of light float into the ceiling and
then look at the corpse of their friend, stunned.
Monte looks to Johnson, “Johnson.”
Johnson stares at Smith.
“Johnson!”
He looks to Monte.
“Check the door.”
Johnson nods and moves down the hallway. Yusif prays over
Camir’s lifeless corpse. Vanessa follows after Johnson.
Johnson opens the door. He looks inside, followed by
Vanessa. The room has four cots and a table. Ancient weapons hang on the wall, and
a journal and hairbrush lay on a table. Vanessa looks at the swords on the wall
and an intricate painting of a city on the sea.
“Carthaginian,” she states.
Pilch lights a cigarette, “Who?”
“Rome’s ancient enemy. A great city . . . never mind.”
Yusif raises his scimitar.
“What are you doing?” Monte asks.
“Saving him,” Yusif gives his old friend a last look, then
beheads him. Monte looks on, understanding.
Johnson opens the next door. Vanessa looks in.
A statue stands in the center of the room with a water pool
at its base. Pilch notices the statue is holding a beautifully gilded gold
jewelry box. Vanessa
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