A dim lit street light flickers, the captain stands outside of the bar with cigar in his mouth, he enjoys watching it glow while he takes a long drag. He looks curiously at the van parked across the street. He drops his cigar, and is knocked off balance; he now dangles from the roof by his leg, a rope leads into the darkness. He hears a voice.
Raven – What’s with the parts on the ship?
Captain- Fuck you!
Crusher lets the rope slip a little through his fingers, the Captains face is 2 inches from the pavement.
Raven- How’s the dog shit smell?
Crusher pulls the captain back up.
Crusher- Raven take this my arm is getting tired.
Raven- I’m not as strong as you but…. Whatever,
Captain – Ok, Ok, the parts you saw were to Caracal’s war heads.
Crusher- And the girl?
Captain- The President’s daughter, she has the codes to activate the guidance sequence, the President was trying to hide her but we hit the convoy in Maryland on our way up the coast.
Crusher- Where are the parts and girl going?
Captain – I can’t tell you anymore, Caracal will, will kill me.
Crusher-I’ll kill you.
Raven ties the rope to thin TV antennae.
Raven- No one is killing anybody.
Raven reaches into his inner jacket pocket and pulls out a blow gun and shoots the captain with a dart.
Crusher- I thought you weren’t killing him?
Raven- New toy, blow gun with muscle relaxer dart. So as long he stays still the tension on the pole ….irrreeerrr crack, splat!
Crusher and Raven looking down off roof, the captain splattered on the sidewalk.
Raven-himmf he killed himself.
Crusher- Hey look at that splatter ….I see a butterfly.
Raven- Ok Rorschach, Your fucked up.
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