Blind Horizon Page #5

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Good luck to you, Jack.

Sorry bastard.

You're fine with this?

Sure.

How many?

Three.

You and two others.

Payment?

Ten each.

Half up, half on completion.

We need a clean, confirmed kill.

Go word is Rhombus.

Standard encryption.

Voice activated.

Yours only.

Rhombus.

Tough day at the office?

Oh, look who stepped out

from behind the curtain.

It was time. Trust me.

Canceling a presidential assassination...

is much harder than planning one, Ryan.

Well, I'm sorry...

I didn't accommodate your

change of plans.

You know full well the stakes.

No matter which way things fall,

in the end...

we deal with the reality of the situation.

Well, here's the reality of the

situation staring you in the face.

Of course,

we did need a link to the other...

members of your team.

You don't remember me?

We'll get through this together,

all right?

You used me as bait to find

the other shooters.

Once Rhombus became...

active you became an asset.

Rhombus.

Disposable asset.

You're a professional.

We're all professionals.

You, me, Chloe.

Hey. You got lucky. Walk away.

Hence protocol.

Once Rhombus is active...

all termination commands

are inoperative.

As someone such as yourself

might be turned...

there'd be no termination commands.

You will not stand down.

I will not stand down.

Wake up. You.

Frank. Frank, pick up.

Put the gun down, Frank.

How'd you do that?

My name isn't Frank.

You're breathing harder than

when we made love.

Why is that?

I think maybe fear's stronger than love?

This was never about us.

- Well, I think it is about us.

- Put the gun down, Frank.

I don't want to kill you.

Put your gun down.

I have a job to do.

Just put the gun down.

I can't. Maybe Frank could, but-.

- Please.

- Don't do this.

Put the gun down!

All right.

Well, then shoot me.

No.

Please?

I don't want to.

Don't.

Put the gun down. Put the weapon down.

Sheriff, I'm a federal agent

on a national security assignment.

Drop, I don't give a sh*t who you are.

Put the gun down now.

You're under arrest.

This man is going to kill the president...

- and there's another shooter.

- Pretty convincing, isn't she, Sheriff?

Honey, I'm not gonna ask you again.

- Put the gun down!

- You don't know what you're f***in'-.

Oh, God.

Well, you really got me going Frank.

Guess I had it all turned around, huh?

What would you do if everything

was different?

Wait!

And I can't see the president.

Oh, my God!

Son of a b*tch.

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