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WEST
Give me an excuse to kill you. Please.
Smith stares at him a beat. Then he smiles, looks to the flight suit.
SMITH
Silver always was my color.
SMITH
Trust me, Major. Evil knows evil.
SMITH
Sarcasm is the recourse of a weak mind.
WEST
I'm hiding the pain. Really.
And with that West leaves. Smith tries the door. Locked. Then, from one cuff of his field suit, be removes the control belt he stole from the probe ship.
SMITH
I assure you, Major West. Your pain has just begun.
WILL
Oh shit.
SMITH
A boy of your intelligence shouldn't swear.
WILL (pointing)
Look.
SMITH
Oh. Shit, indeed.
SMITH
Never fear. Smith is here.
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