Tactical Force Page #3

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I want you to listen carefully. OK?

I know you hid my property here.

I just don't know where.

So... you are going

to find it for me...

or I will make sure Ilya does

what Ilya does best -

butchering.

Yeah, uh...

there's a problem.

- Oh really?

- Yeah.

You know your buddies,

the Italians?

Well, they also know

the item is here.

And how would they

know that, Kenny?

You little cockroach.

My gut told me

I needed insurance.

You f*ggot! Move it!

- Hey, watch my suit.

- Hurry!

Ilya, move the car inside.

Well, I guess a little

mountain air could be good.

Well, won't I be pulling the Chief's boot

out of my ass for the next week.

I don't think I've ever

seen him that mad.

Yeah, some commendation.

- Well, it could be worse.

- Wait for it.

Mall security at the galleria?

At least Blanco has a whole

lot of steaks to throw.

- It was a fillet mignon.

- Yeah, what's the difference?

A fillet mignon only

includes the tenderloin.

A porterhouse includes

the bone and some strip loin.

What are you, a f***ing butcher?

I was gonna be,

before I went to the academy.

Well, congratulations. You have a keen

grasp of bovine anatomy. I'm happy for you.

Yeah, a 1200-pound steer only

has 4 to 6 pounds of tenderloin.

It's non-weight-bearing muscle.

- That's why it's so tender.

- Now I'm hungry. F*** you.

They usually cut it

into more or less round pieces,

about the size of a baseball.

Well, it worked,

whatever it was.

Thank you.

Why the hell are we headed

out to the sticks?

Something about us

not being able to damage anything.

- What you looking at, Pocahontas?

- These are recent.

You can tell all that

from all that?

Yeah, these are Michelin Pilot Sports,

Car needs an alignment,

pulls a little to the right.

Half tank of gas,

and the driver weighs

over 220 pounds.

Really?

Naw, I'm just f***ing

with you.

No, but a car has been

through here not too long ago.

Son of a... b*tch!

What's wrong with you?

Thank you.

So, pretty nice, huh?

Oh yes, I love what you've

done with the place.

- Now, let's go find the item.

- All right. Yeah.

Sure, yeah, I'll get it,

but, uh, you stay here.

Kenny, you know, I was born at night,

but it was not last night.

OK? I'm not letting you

out of my sight.

You made a rhyme there. Yeah.

Well, f*** it. I'm not getting you the item

to only get popped.

Well, then it would appear

we are upon the horns of a dilemma.

Look, you're just wasting time.

I'm sure the Italians are on their way.

Ilya?

OK, I'll get it. All right.

But she comes with. You stay.

She... She comes with?

Yeah, yeah,

she comes with me, but, uh...

no weapons.

Kenny, look at her.

She could kill you

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