Linda: Is the word punctual even in your
vocabulary?
It must be easy being you. Come & go whenever you
please.
Garcian: Your identity.
Linda: Linda Vermilion. I was the one
hired to kill Mills.
Garcian: What.
Linda: Mills was a slave. Kissed up to
the government.
The governments interest was his interest.
Garcian:
That's our job. That's what we do.
Linda: It's making a move for the interest
of the country an assassin's job too.
Garcian: Who are you really?
Linda:I'm a protector of the country. You'll soon know who I am.
Garcian: Hold it!
Linda: See, you already know. It's your last job.
Use your eyes to
decipher how the system works,
and then seek the real enemies.
Ben: And who
might you be?
Garcian: Ha hmmph.
Ben: Would you like to join me for a game
of Russian roulette.
Come on how about it son.
If you win I 'll let you in
on a little secret.
How to hit on women with 100% success.
Garcian: And if
I lose?
Ben: If you lose then I want you to kill the president.
Garcian:
Alright it's a deal.
-Ben & Garcian take turns pulling the trigger.-
Ben: I hate to say it but you got guts son.
No way am I gonna die
today, or tomorrow for that matter.
At least not until the elections are
over.
It takes more luck than this game to run a country damn it.
-Ben
over dramatically procrastinates, and then pulls the trigger.-
Ben:
Haha I'm
on a roll. I'm hot. It looks like lady luck is on my side today.
-Without
hesitation Garcian takes the firearm to his head & calmly pulls the
trigger.-
Ben: What's a country? Who are the people? What are
politicians? Who knows?
I just wanted to become a president.
All I need is
to hear the empty click of this gun.
Then my dreams will come true.
-
Ben dramatically pulls the trigger as if anticipating death.-
Ben:
Looks
like you lose son.
Sorry but a deals a deal.
- Once again Garcian
pulls the trigger without hesitation.-
Garcian: This gun holds seven
bullets.
I'm a professional. You can't fool me old man.
Ben: You &
I, we're both sick.
The only time we feel alive is when we put our lives on
the line.
It's a sad reality, but we people are never satisfied.
We'll
always seek a higher rush.
The history of the United States rest within the
walls of this institution.
It's a old tradition that has continued since the
first presidential election
I want you to see it through to the end,
and
by the way women are all the same.
-Benjiman Keane tensely pulls the
trigger & instantly dies from the impact.-
Matsuken: The press is gonna to be all over this one.
The United States cover will be
blown.
Garcian: Hmph so this is dirty politics.
Matsuken: The presidential
election is in the hands of the education ministry.
They manipulate the votes
& bring forth political leaders.
Garcian: Who's he?
Matsuken: Greg
Nightmare. He was the chairman of education ministry.
Garcian: What is United
States? What is the purpose of the president.
Matsuken: I'm Japanese how the
hell should I know.
Figure it out yourself. There are more important
things.
Shit like finding out who you are.
-Garcian Smith travels
back to the Union Hotel where repressed memories of old come back to hunt him.
Dan: So, you
must be the one they call the "Bloody Heartland"
You're here to kill the
Smiths is that it?
Rule of thumb don't set your goals too high.
What do
you want?
Who do you want huh?!
Bloody Heart land: You.
-The two draw their
guns out at the same time, but the killer gets the upper hand on Dan.-
Garcian:
Naturally I found myself being led back to this place.
???: Long journey, but
it ends here Garcian.
No I think it's time I called you by your real name,
Emir Parkreiner.
Garcian: Emir?
Harmin: Allow me to introduce
myself.
My name is Harman Smith.
I'm the man you saw in your past.
Do
you remember the incident where six people were murdered in this hotel?
You
must've seen it yourself, because you were the killer.
Kun Lan: What took
you so long?
Harman: Nice view isn't it.
Kun Lan: It's different. Time
here is warped.
Harman: To finish this game peacefully is my last
wish.
Kun Lan: Guess that won't happen. We've been interrupted
again.
Harman: Has another come to surface?
Kun Lan: Hmm a sight for sore
eyes.
Harman: Haven't seen you around for a long time.
Kun Lan:
Come
in.
Harman: Please.
-Without mercy Kun Lan & Harman Smith are
Tommy gunned full of holes.-