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Kill La

Billy's car speeds through a turn followed by Frenchie's van. They pull up next to an abandoned Tony Cicero's. They all exit their respective vehicles and take supplies from the van into the empty building. Inside, Billy and Frenchie are setting up an electric cage in a back room while Hughie tapes a reflective material all over the ceiling, all the while Y/n just sits on the table on the outside watching everyone work.

Frenchie: That stuff really blocks the chip's signal?

Hughie: Yeah. It's just R.F. Shielding Foil. You can get it at Fry's.

Frenchie: You in tech intelligence?

Y/n: Sales and installation.

Translucent wakes up, invisible in the cage.

Translucent: Oh, what the fuck? Where am I?

Billy: Oi. Morning, sunshine.

Translucent: You know who I am?

Frenchie: Not sure. I know so many invisible assholes.

Translucent: You fucking amateurs!

Translucent electrocutes himself on the cage, making Y/n laugh his ass off.

Translucent: Fuck! What the fuck?

Billy: Ooh, mind them bars, son. You'll only bollocks yourself again.

Billy, Frenchie, and Hughie all begin to leave.

Translucent: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Uh, okay, what do you guys want? Money?

Billy: We don't want your fucking money.

Billy closes the door. Cut to them in the kitchen.

Billy: What do you think, Frenchie?

Frenchie: You just dropped the Moby fucking Dick of problems on my plate. That's what I think. Okay? He can re-order his carbon on his skin into metamaterial. It's hard as diamonds. It's nearly impossible to penetrate.

Billy: All right, how 'bout we suffocate him?

Frenchie: Some Dominicans already tried this, way back in '07.

Billy: And what happened?

Frenchie: They're all fucking dead now. That's what happened.

Billy: All right, then, fuck it, electrocution. We'll just increase the amps.

Frenchie: You already hit him with enough to drop a water buffalo, and look. Might knock him out. Doesn't seem to kill him, huh? No. Y/n is the only way you can electrocute him to death.

Y/n: No.

Frenchie: Then we need to pierce the skin somehow.

Billy: Well, how the hell are we gonna do that?

Frenchie: I don't know.

Hughie: You're gonna kill him?

Billy: We didn't bring him here for a fucking Happy Meal.

Hughie: I don't, I thought we'd question him or something. I don't know, you get a you get a hold of someone this big-

Billy: At Gitmo, we had to water board Khalid Sheikh Mohammed 183 times over six months to get him to talk just once. Now, we ain't got six months. I doubt we've even got six hours.

Hughie: There are so many crazy things about what you just said, but right now, you're talking about randomly killing one of the most famous men on the planet. A goddamn national treasure. I mean, people tend to notice that kind of thing.