Starport. George Martin R.R.

GIFT FROM DAHRYS

      NHAR-KQL, ARYANNE OF

      THE MAROON CADRE

      OF THE CHILDREN OF

      THE ENDLESS

      NIGHT.

      PAY THE

      HUMAN FOR HIS PITIFUL

      COMMUNICATION

      DEVICE.

      WHAT

      WAS THAT ALL

      ABOUT?

      GET USED

      TO IT, ROOKIE.

      BEING A COP IN

      CHICAGO ISN’T

      WHAT IT USED

      TO BE.

      BUT...SIR, I DON’T

      THINK THAT’S ENOUGH

      TO COVER MY PHONE.

      IT WAS BRAND-NEW,

      AND ON A PAYMENT

      PLAN...

      SO WHO’S

      GOING TO PAY

      FOR THE

      REST?

      SEND THE

      BILL TO THE TOPMAN,

      CARE OF STARPORT

      CHICAGO.

      OK. WHICH ONE

      OF YOU DOUCHEBAGS

      KILLED DETECTIVE

      BAKER AND STOLE

      HIS GUN?

      HERE!

      I MEAN, I’M

      BAKER. I DIDN’T

      KILL ANYONE!

      SO HOW COME YOU’RE

      COVERED WITH

      BLOOD?

      HUH. THAT’S

      WHAT THEY

      ALL SAY.

      IT’S

      FRUIT

      JUICE.

      THEY RAN

      A MAKE ON YOUR

      GUN. IMAGINE THE

      HORROR WHEN IT

      TURNED OUT TO BE

      ONE OF OURS...

      YO, LIVINGSTONE,

      BETTER UNLOCK MY

      PARTNER, HERE. LET’S

      SEE IF MAYBE I CAN

      KEEP HIM OUT OF

      TROUBLE.

      MMMM-

      HMMM.

      HERE WE ARE,

      SKIP, AT CHICAGO’S

      FINEST, DISTRICT 19,

      AKA THE ZOO, AKA

      THE UNIVERSE’S

      CRAP HOLE.

      AND ON

      THAT SUBJECT,

      THERE’S THE

      CRAPPER. DEEP,

      I KNOW...

      HEY,

      RICHY!

      IT’S SERGEANT

      MONDRAGON,

      DETECTIVE STAMM,

      NOT RICHY.

      I SEE

      THEY’VE GIVEN

      YOU A NEW

      PARTNER.

      I’M SERGEANT

      RICHARD MONDRAGON.

      WELCOME TO THE

      ZOO, SON.

      AND MY

      SYMPATHIES

      ON YOUR

      PARTNER.

      HEY...

      AND ANOTHER

      BATHROOM...YOU

      GETTING ALL

      THIS?

      SO,

      JUST HOW

      SEXY AM

      I?

      ABOUT

      AS SEXY AS

      SOMETHING I’D

      FLUSH DOWN

      THE TOILET.

      I CAN’T

      BELIEVE SHE’S

      SENDING YOU

      BACK IN.

      YEAH, WELL,

      SHE HAS TO. I

      HAVEN’T LEARNED

      ALL THE WORDS TO

      “EARTHLAND UBER

      ALLES” YET.

      I WANT

      YOU TO WEAR

      A WIRE.

      LOVE TO!

      DARLING IDEA,

      REALLY. SO KIND

      OF YOU TO

      SUGGEST IT.

      THE THING IS,

      THERE’S THIS HOT

      LITTLE EARTHBLOOD

      NUMBER WHO CAN’T

      KEEP HER HANDS

      OFF ME.

      SO IMAGINE,

      THERE WE ARE

      PETTING IN THE BUNKER,

      AND SHE SLIDES HER

      HAND UNDER MY SHIRT,

      AND...OH MY

      GOODNESS...

      SURPRISE!

      IT’S. A.

      WIRE!

      ONLY YOU

      WOULD HAVE THAT

      KIND OF PROBLEM,

      AARON.

      YEAH,

      WELL...

      ...I KNEW THE

      JOB WAS DANGEROUS

      WHEN I TOOK IT. DON’T

      BE JEALOUS, RICHY.

      IT LOOKS BAD

      ON YOU.

      HEY, NICE LOOK, MORELLO.

      YOU UNDERCOVER AS A

      COUCH POTATO, OR DID

      YOU JUST FORGET

      YOUR SHIRT?

      I’VE HAD

      THAT URGE MYSELF,

      FROM TIME

      TO TIME.

      THAT’S “EAT

      IT, DETECTIVE STAMM.”

      THESE ARE

      OUR NEIGHBORS,

      OFFICERS JI-HUN PARK

      AND LOUIS MORELLO,

      UNDERCOVER CHICAGO

      FASHION ICONS.

      AN ALIEN...

      UHH...HEH...THREW UP ON HIM.

      EAT IT,

      STAMM!

      THAT’S MY

      DESK