Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe Page #8

your right to legal counsel?

I'm good.

You know what these proceedings

could result in?

Me getting thrown into a hole

for the rest of my life? Yeah, I got it.

I also know that a lawyer's not gonna

make a damn bit of difference.

Sir, you wanna hang this mess

around my neck, you go for it...

but leave my friends alone.

You're in no position to negotiate,

Commander Axe.

Now I wanna hear about what happened

after you drew your weapon...

on two C. I.A. field agents.

All right, fine.

After my conversation with the C. I.A. boys,

we went back to the outpost.

And let me tell you something, sir.

- Everybody was real glad to see me.

- Change of plans.

- That was quick.

- You do know that the town is the other way?

- I thought you were going to get help.

- There was a little hitch.

- What kind of a hitch?

- Turns out our C. I.A. buddies were not such good buddies.

They were planning on leaving everybody

to the wolves.

I disagreed with that plan.

- And-And-And they are-

- Tied up in the helicopter.

Oh. That's not good.

Okay, so, um,

now what are we supposed to do?

Aren't you the one who said

that we were going to get slaughtered?

That's not gonna happen.

- So you have a plan?

- Uh, no.

But I know where to start.

- Go get some-

- Help. Oh!

- Make the call.

- I'm not calling in.

- Do it. You'll thank me later.

- Yeah, I'm pretty sure we won't thank you.

Yeah, you will, because Veracruz

is following our trail here.

When he does, he's gonna wipe this place

off the face of the earth...

and you two yahoos with it.

- What do you want?

- I want you to call your C. I.A. buddies.

Tell them to get

the Colombian military out here...

the national police,

the works, everything they got.

- You're gonna burn for this.

- Yeah, but that's not the question.

The question is whether

you're gonna make that call...

or if I'm gonna have

to make you make the call.

Yeah, it's Gabriel Manaro out at station 412.

We got a situation here.

Some kind of rogue military force

is attacking our position.

- Just helping you sell it.

- Yeah, yeah, that's-

We're firing back at them. We need-

- Be more convincing.

- Jesus!

No, I'm not talking to you.

We need help!

- We need support now!

- Send out- Send out support!

- Help us! Outpost station 412!

- Uh-huh! Yeah!

Yeah, just hurry!

They'll have a team here in three hours.

Veracruz is just up the road.

He's gonna be all over us in three hours.

- Well, they're coming from over the mountain.

- That's what it takes, dude!

That's as fast that they can get here.

It's not magic!

What's going on? Who's shooting?

That was me just making a point.

- Okay, what?

- Well, I got good news and bad news.

Good news is help is on the way. Bad news is

we're gonna have to hold out until it gets here.

Okay, seors.

- Look what I made.

- That's a hell of a bomb.

- You got a gift.

- Well, you know, I've been a field medic for a long time.

- You learn to improvise.

- I've known a lot of field medics...

but they don't have

your chops with explosives.

- Good work.

- Thank you.

Where's the kid?

- Can I talk to you for a sec?

- What?

This, um- This fight with Veracruz,

it's gonna be rough.

We got to hold him off for a long time.

So I was thinking it would be a good idea

if you just stayed back here...

and watched the C. I.A. guys.

Stay here? I'm fighting with the others.

Okay, okay. Just... hear me out here.

Now, you're still young,

and you've done more in this fight...

than any kid should ever have to.

Those men killed my father.

I think it's safe to say

if your dad was here...

he wouldn't want you catching a bullet.

Think about it. What would he say?

I don't know.

He's not here.

He would say a kid as tough

and as smart as you...

is gonna have a big future.

He'd want you to grow up and see it,

wouldn't he?

He would want me to stay.

So you'll stay.

No.

But thanks anyways.

You remind me of my father.

And I didn't listen to him either.

Kids these days.

All right, mount up.

We did a little recon when we got out to

the road and we got some more bad news.

Veracruz's buddy, Perez, showed up...

and he brought more guys with him-

a lot more guys- with a lot more guns.

Still, there wasn't much to do

but stick with the plan.

We had our little explosive device...

cobbled together from some C-4 charges

the C.I.A. guys had...

in case they needed to blow up

their computers in a hurry.

The way I figured it,

If we could plant it at the right spot...

we could block the road with a couple

thousand pounds of burning truck wreckage...

then pin Veracruz down for a while.

- You should probably go.

- No. No.

Do it.

That Is, assuming we didn't

blow ourselves up first.

Okay, let's go.

I know we were not expecting

the reinforcements.

And the odds are, um, kind of against us.

But what the hell?

You're the Flaming Sword, right?

Sl

Now, look, they gotta come from down there.

When that bomb blows,

it's gonna be our job to slow them down.

'Cause if they get through there-

we are sitting ducks.

- Sitting ducks?

- It's an expression.

It's like, uh, ducks on a pond,

ducks in a row.

It's easy.

Ah. Muerto.

Sam.

How bad is this?

Well, maybe we had a solid chance

before that troop transport showed up.

Now-

And how long do we have to hold them?

- Listos?

- Help is here in about two hours.

Veracruz and his men,

give or take 90 minutes.

I think we got to hold out

for about half an hour.

- Can we do that?

- Well, with the terrain on our side, maybe.

But it's gonna be a long half hour.

But, hey, could be worse, right?

Could be raining.

Let's do this.

At this point,

we didn't have a whole lot going for us.

On our side we had the high ground

and the element of surprise.

On their side they had manpower,

equipment, body armor...

superior weaponry, radio communications

and pretty much everything else.

- Is he on it or not?

- He's not on it. If he was on it, it would-

Luis, now!

- Flaming Sword!

- Damn right.

Flaming Sword, attack!

- Zone blitz!

- Zone blitz!

Vmonos!

Good shot, Mondo. Don't get cocky.

Arriba! Arriba!

The men are running out of ammunition.

Tell them to act like they're shooting.

Just keep looking mean.

Pretend like they have ammunition.

- What?

- Just do it.

I pulled out every trick in the book.

But the thing Is, at the end of the day...

there's just

no good substitute for bullets.

Okay, uh, I don't think they're buying it.

All right, game over.

Tell them to fall back to the trucks.

Old man, let's go.

No.

Wait. What is he doing?

He's covering us.

Let's go. Let's go.

Espada Ardien-

- I got to go back.

- Ben.

I got one more charge, just in case.

We got to get him.

Aren't you full of surprises.

No.

He's dead.

- Are you okay?

- No! I'm shot.

That's right. Stupid question, okay?

Let's do it.

Get him inside.

Damn it. Where the hell are they?

Beatriz, they're coming. Let's get inside.

- Get off me!

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