American Assassin Page #3

Six weeks ago,

there was a breach

at a decommissioned Russian

plutonium facility.

I'm aware.

What you don't know is 15 kilos

of plutonium went missing.

Weapons-grade.

That's a sh*t-ton

of plutonium.

And it just changed hands.

I wanna show you something.

Take a look at this.

Does that face bong

a gong for you?

Or is it just me?

It can't be him.

Our drones took him out after

the embassy bombing at Bamako.

We never got a positive ID.

That's our mad dog out there.

All right. Let's say it's him.

It's him, Irene.

This gives us a chance to kill

two birds with one stone.

Hamdi Sharif.

He's an arms dealer

working out of Turkey.

Four days ago, he purchased a

Russian-designed nuclear trigger.

And he's gonna be selling it.

Sharif's got the honey.

Now we just wait for the bee.

We go in, we f*** up their deal.

And we take 'em both out.

You're going to Istanbul.

We have an agent in place.

She'll meet you at the airport.

All right.

Annika Ogden. We've had her

on the ground over there

for five years.

I want Rapp on the team.

Really?

He's ready, Stan.

Actually, Irene, he's not ready.

But he will be.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah. Shut the door.

We're shipping out.

Set those down there.

You like movies?

Sure.

I got something for you.

What the f*** is this?

Yeah, I thought so.

You thought so?

Yeah.

Why are you even alive, Rapp?

You ever asked yourself that?

Why you? You know,

of all those people?

You're special, I guess.

Oh, my God!

You want me to turn it up?

- I'll marry you!

- Take it!

You're a f***ing coward, you

know that? Turn that sh*t off.

What do you think?

It's my mom's ring.

You gonna turn it off?

Katrina!

Am I supposed to

feel sorry for you?

I don't.

You made a big mistake.

You let emotion cloud

your judgment.

Never, ever let it get personal.

You understand?

Yeah, I got it.

Be ready to go by 5:00.

See you at 4:
30.

You know what you're

gonna do here?

No, sir.

Correct. You don't.

So keep your eyes open

and your mouth shut.

And wait for my orders.

Hamdi Sharif, a real-estate

mogul/arms dealer.

He's like Santa Claus

for terrorists.

Scumbag.

Spare me your

junior-year-abroad

moral opinion, would you, Rapp?

Not really an opinion, sir.

Sharif's a piece of sh*t.

It's not a crusade.

This mission is practical.

Don't make it...

Personal?

Exactly.

Yes, sir.

Victor, you're with me.

Rapp, you and

Annika are eyes on.

Sharif has a routine.

Let's see if anything

breaks his pattern.

- Got it?

- Yes, sir.

All right, we got 48 hours.

Quick, clean. No footprint.

This town's ready

to blow as it is.

Where the hell are you going?

Excuse me.

That was f***ing reckless, Rapp.

I took the initiative, sir.

- He could've been made.

- Well, I wasn't.

Here we go.

11:
00 a.m. tomorrow.

A meeting at a restaurant

on Akbiyik Street.

That's right before Sharif

goes to see his mistress.

That breaks his pattern.

I'll tell you what'll

break his pattern.

When that f***ing

assistant tells his boss

he lost his goddamn phone.

He won't.

He's too afraid of Sharif to

let him know he screwed up.

All right. We go tomorrow.

What's the mission, sir?

Eliminate the target.

Eliminate the recipient.

Obtain the package.

And what's the package?

We'll know it when we see it.

You're lead.

You're backup.

We will watch from

across the street.

We get to play lovers.

How long have you been married?

He thinks we're married.

Don't think too much.

You'll lose your nerve.

No, I don't think so.

It'll be your first time.

Yeah, not in my mind.

Lead, your friend's

arriving now.

Copy.

And he brought a shitload

of military protection.

I'll take care of the MPs.

Oh, come on, now,

honey. Don't be mad.

No, no, no.

I had a few.

Yeah, I did.

I'll make it up to

you when I get home.

You know that.

Car bombing, near

Beylerbeyi Palace.

Call it in. Call it in, or

I'll cut your f***ing throat.

Lead, you're a go.

Survey 2, get in place.

- Be careful in there.

- I got it.

Pardon.

The nuclear trigger

is in the sedan.

Target's gone. Target's gone.

Get back!

Lead?

Dead.

Mission terminated.

Exfil to secure

location. Confirm.

Survey 2, you better let me

hear you f***ing confirm.

God damn it, this is a f***ing

mess. We're out of here.

Drive! Drive!

Follow your boss!

Please, I'm just the assistant!

Don't hurt me!

Drive! Drive!

He's there right now

on the fifth floor.

Please I don't approve

of what Sharif does.

Don't kill me.

Don't worry, I'm not

gonna hurt you.

I'm gonna hurt your boss.

The American mercenary

has the nuclear trigger.

I've done my job. It's

your problem now.

Sh*t.

Hurry up!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

No, please.

Please, don't. Don't.

No.

You disobeyed a direct order.

No, I made a decision

to pursue the target,

and I completed the mission.

And, sir, isn't that what I'm

here to do? Isn't that my job?

Your f***ing job is to do what

I f***ing tell you to do!

What, you prefer I

leave him alive, then,

let him go? That

piece of sh*t?

Stan?

Good, you're here.

I wanna show you something.

Wait here.

Look at that. That's

the kind of bullshit

that could shut us down.

Kid can't even follow

a f***ing order.

Victor got made. Rapp didn't.

Why does this kid give you

such a f***ing hard-on?

Don't talk to me like

that! I'm your superior.

My superior, Irene?

Your superior, God damn it.

Do you have any idea how

long I spent looking

for someone with that

kid's talent and balls?

Rapp stays.

You're giving me an order?

That's an affirmative.

Can you give us a minute?

Look at this.

The trigger must have

been in that car.

Look at him.

Lookin' at me.

Everything he did there,

I taught him how to do it.

Stan.

I should've left

him in the Navy.

I'm gonna kill that

son of a b*tch.

Stan, listen to me.

The only thing that matters now

is that f***ing lunatic

has everything he needs

to build a nuclear weapon.

He's got a trigger. Now he

needs to buy a physicist.

We just have to figure out

where they're gonna

build this thing.

Ben.

That computer our boy Rapp

lifted from Sharif's house,

there's evidence of a $2 million

transfer to a bank account in Rome.

Cash prepped for withdrawal.

Rome.

Your money.

I've been reading up, Minister.

You Iranians probably all

learn this growing up,

or at least you did before

you signed that treaty.

But me, I had no idea

about these fun facts.

Yeah, I wouldn't do

that if I were you.

Inside three miles,

apparently you just vaporize.

Some folks don't.

They get all black and charred,

and dense as lead, and

no one knows why.

Inside five miles, everything

is sucked into a void,

hotter than the core of the sun.

How about that?

Where's the rest?

You'll get the rest of your

money when the job's done.

Where is my physicist?

He'll pick up his money,

then we'll pick him up.

He's staying at a hotel in Rome.

We'll need an extra day

to configure the weapon,

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