BELIEVE ME,
LIEUTENANT, IT IS
GOING DOWN.
CAN
WE BRING
’EM IN?
CONSPIRACY
CHARGES ARE
NOTORIOUSLY HARD
TO PROVE.
THEN HOW
ABOUT ARMS
SMUGGLING?
HOLLANDER’S
UGLY, BUT HE’S NOT
STUPID. AND HE’S NOT
GOING TO TRY AND
SNUFF ONE OF OUR
FRIENDS FROM THE
STARS WITH A
SATURDAY-NIGHT
SPECIAL.
WORD IS,
HE’S FIXED TO
GET HIS HANDS ON
SOME HEAVY-DUTY
FIREPOWER.
ARE WE
TALKING UZIS,
HERE? HAND
GRENADES,
BAZOOKAS?
WHAT?
NAH, EVEN
BETTER. SOMETHING
STRAIGHT OUTTA
STARPORT...
RAYGUNS!
CHAPTER TWO
WHAT DID
HE EXPECT ME
TO DO, FLAP MY
ARMS AND
THINK ABOUT
CHRISTMAS?
YOU ASK
ME, MONDRAGON’S
HAD A BUG UP HIS
BUTT EVER SINCE HE
MADE SERGEANT. HE’S