6 Bullets Page #4

there's many ways to use a girl

and still keep her a virgin.

- Keep walking.

- You have lost your mind.

I hear you have kidnapped the Faydens.

I am hiding them. Their daughter's

alive. The doctor faked the DNA.

Stelu's behind it.

Stelu? State Security?

That's ridiculous. Why?

I don't know. I need you to find out.

If you are right,

why the f*** have you involved me?

I have a family too.

You're the only honest

cop I know, okay?

F***.

- Those your guys?

- No. Stelu's.

Okay, listen. I will be in touch

with you through my son, okay?

State Security.

Close off the perimeter.

He's on the move. Where is he?

Who?

You don't want to play

this game with me.

No games, comrade. I was simply

taking a suspect into custody.

You interfered, he escaped.

And that is what

I shall put in my report.

Sorry. Having a bad day.

Thanks.

Sh*t. They're early.

Idiots.

- Becky?

- Daddy?

Oh, baby, where are you?

I don't know. Some kind of old prison.

Somewhere in the country. Listen.

- Becky, are you okay?

- Are you okay?

No. Yes. No time for that.

I may only have seconds.

I don't know where I am,

but you can figure it out.

Get my computer.

- What?

- Daddy, please do as I say.

I am calling from my own cell phone,

so you can use the "find my phone"

program on my laptop.

- Get her computer.

- It's on the desktop.

Even if I have to hang up, you should

still be able to track the phone

- as long as it's still powered up.

- Good.

That is brilliant, princess.

You're a genius.

- Are you hurt?

- No, not really. I am just scared.

Please find me, Daddy.

- We will, sweetheart, we will.

- Mom.

You're going to be fine, honey, okay?

You're going to be fine. Hurry.

You know, you're right, princess.

Old people do suck at technology.

Please, please...

- Hurry.

- It's searching.

Someone's coming.

I got it. I got it.

Thank God.

Okay, please hurry. I will just...

- Becky? Becky.

- Becky? Becky?

No, no, don't.

If you call, the phone will ring,

and they will find her.

Let me go. Let me go.

Get off of me. Let me go.

Help.

Please.

Thank you. Stelu's guy

traced the kid's call.

We should have the parents' address

in a few minutes.

Good. Send some guys over.

I will bet you a night with Marina here

they're coming straight to us.

There it is.

Chyornaya 13.

It's an old Soviet prison.

It's in the middle of nowhere.

It's almost at the Ukrainian border.

It's going to take us all night to

drive there. Should we call the police?

Call Gaul.

Let's call him from the road.

You know that name you had me look up?

- Al Khabiri?

- Yeah.

Turns out it's Sheik Muhammad Al Khabiri.

He's the main financier

to the northern Sudanese Army.

Since the new embargo, he's been

shopping for a new weapons supplier.

Now, if you're not touchy about getting paid

in blood diamonds or other conflict minerals,

then the contract is worth a billion.

Maybe more.

So I guess Stelu wants the deal.

Right.

There's still lots of old Soviet arsenal

to be sold off.

Plus, it's a great way

to create jobs right here at home.

Where does the Fayden kid come in?

- Al Khabiri's a collector.

- Girls?

Virgins.

Word has it he's partial to blondes.

American blondes.

The younger, the better.

- So Stelu is...

- He's trying to sweeten the deal.

Bring them the one thing

no one else can deliver.

So they fake the girl's death,

hoping we stop looking.

Right.

So, what's the plan now?

You get to my friend,

the inspector and see if...

Hold on.

Hello?

I am trying to reach Gaul.

Hold on.

Fayden.

Fayden. Why you using the phone?

Becky called.

- She's at Chyornaya Prison.

- What?

Becky called. She's at Chyornaya Prison.

Can you hear me? Becky called.

Is she okay?

We're on our way there right now.

No, stop. Hello?

Can you hear me?

I think we're on our own.

Yeah, Chyornaya Number 13.

It's an old Soviet prison,

abandoned for quite some time now.

It's about 90 clicks north of here

on the Volga Highway.

Nothing and no one around.

It's a perfect place for traffickers.

Yeah, and ambush, too.

Come on, let's go.

Now what?

We have to...

I have an idea. Back up.

Private property.

Private property.

I am sorry, I am really lost.

Is there a phone?

Private property.

Well, I am willing to pay.

Here.

Sorry.

- American girl, blonde. Where is she?

- No.

You tell me or I will

snap your f***ing neck.

Did you...

They took Becky.

Take his gun.

Come on.

There's a guard down at the front gate.

Move.

Come on.

Don't move.

Guns on the ground. Now.

Okay. Okay, just don't shoot.

Turn around. Slowly.

We have them, we have them.

Finish it.

- He took Becky that way.

- Let's go.

Damn it. Sorry, boss,

we didn't expect the butcher.

Get everyone over there. Finish it.

Get the kid ready to move.

Becky.

Please, please unlock me.

Becky, the American girl.

Have you seen her?

They took her to another building,

I think.

- Where?

- Through tunnels. I can show you.

Please let me go.

- Which way?

- That way.

And now they have Tanya.

Are your guys sleepwalking over there?

They are coming our way

through the tunnels.

Cut them off under Building 3.

And get Tanya back in one piece.

She cost me a fortune.

Look out. Gas.

Get back. Get back.

Pasha, cut them off

on the north side of 3.

Gavril, come around from south

in case they head for the gate.

Look. There.

They're on the north side.

They're on the north side of 3.

There are cameras everywhere.

Pull the pin.

On my cue, throw hard.

Now.

F***. It's the butcher.

He brought a f***ing arsenal.

What?

I hear you're having problems.

I am handling it.

See that you do.

In an hour,

I will have no choice but to move in

and shut you down officially.

We have an agreement.

The girl, the Al Khabiri deal...

ls getting less tempting as we speak.

I am getting some very direct pressure

from the American Embassy.

I have got a police commissioner

nosing around in my business.

All kinds of scrutiny

I spend my life trying to avoid.

I can definitely...

So you have one hour

to make this thing go away.

Or I will.

F***.

The girl's ready. Are we moving her?

- Kiril.

- Boss.

Keep blocking the exits.

Pull everyone else back.

Get your brother and take

high positions there and there.

I am not losing any more men.

Pull back, pull back.

They're pulling back.

Something is going on.

- Hello.

- I am a businessman first.

This whole mess is

getting a bit expensive.

I want to trade.

Your daughter for Tanya.

Let me talk to Becky.

You don't make the rules, Mr. Fayden.

I do.

I am pulling my men back, and in five

minutes you will walk Tanya out,

and I will do the same with

your daughter. We will trade.

They want to trade.

No. I can't go back.

God.

We can't trust him. It's a setup.

Bring her. Quickly.

In position.

Speaker.

Hello?

No.

That was your daughter's pinky finger,

Mr. Fayden.

If you don't bring Tanya out in four

minutes, I will start carving her tits.

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