Deadly Impact Page #7

Wow. Thanks for coming so quickly.

I'm Clyde.

It's nice to meet you.

I swear, as soon as I saw the picture on TV,

I knew it was the guy. It's this way.

It kind of freaked me out, you know?

Yeah, I know.

He's been in and out

a lot lately. Strange.

He's a strange fella.

And he drives the same kind of truck

I saw on the news.

So, I figured I'd call and let you folks know.

Anyway, I hope I did the right thing,

you know?

You did,

and we appreciate your assistance.

Sometimes, I think he even sleeps here,

at night.

It's number 26, here.

Would you hold that for a minute?

Tom, get me LEU, Forensics, and backup.

- Hmm, what's this?

- Hey!

- Put that down!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Don't touch anything!

- Won't touch it.

Tom, this is his storage unit.

No doubt about it.

I'm window shopping

at Bomb Depot as we speak.

What do you guys have?

Well, I just got off the phone with the CIA.

We were able to trace

Kaplow's location in South America

by comparing his information

with the information

we compiled on The Lion.

Every time that he took a job

to assassinate somebody,

he named that job after the city

or the country where he was hired.

So, "Panama"

means he was hired in Panama.

Well, the CIA seems to think

that he was hired

by a Panamanian drug lord named Zambada

to assassinate somebody

inside the United States.

I brought up Cordero's name,

and they started looking at

his time spent with the DEA.

He definitely had the biggest impact

on the Panama cartel.

I think Cordero was the Panama job.

So, he's here for unfinished business.

Tom, let me call you back.

Local, this is Agent Ordonez.

Connect me to Galactic Cable management.

So, do you think you got him?

I mean, he's an artist.

The beards and mustaches.

I mean, he probably had

all kinds of different identities.

I got the front.

Check in when you cover the side and rear.

West side covered.

SNIPER ON RADIO... South side covered.

All three exits covered.

Agent Alba.

The addresses checked out.

They're recovering the bombs now.

- However, you're still in danger.

- Why?

Eight years ago, Kaplow was hired

to kill you, when you were with the DEA.

Now he's back to finish the job.

Karen, wire the second half

of the money, please.

- Yes, sir.

And send in my security detail.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Agent.

- Yes, sir.

Tom, we swept the building.

The guys didn't find anything.

You're not gonna detect C-4 with a scan.

You gotta find that stuff visually.

I know he has us here for a reason.

We did floor-to-ceiling searches.

The desks were the only breach.

He always does one thing to hide another.

We checked the desks

as soon as we found the bugs.

Kaplow hired Skittles

to pretend to be an informant.

He's trying to draw out this investigation,

is what he's trying to do.

What the hell are you getting at?

Say, you normally have this many

heavy hitters in the same building?

No. A TF and LEU move in today

as part of The Lion Task Force.

We'll have the entire force

operating under the same roof.

Oh, my God!

He's trying to get rid of all his enemies

in one shot, right here in this building.

If every desk is packed with this much C-4,

it's enough to level this building twice.

Let's get out of here.

Kaplow, your lawyer just arrived.

Hold it!

Hold it! Hold it!

THE LION ON RADIO... Good.

We have everyone where we want them.

No one leaves alive.

Copy that.

Move quickly but carefully.

Grab your files if you can.

We only have 10 minutes to clear.

Hello. What?

Kaplow's lawyer showed, but not Kaplow.

- Oh, he's f***ing with us.

- No sh*t.

Sniper!

Inside! Inside!

All right, let's get him down the hall.

Let's try the other door.

Come on, Hops.

Hang in there. Hang in there.

Get a car to this east door, right now!

Sh*t. That son of a b*tch!

They must have all exits covered.

All right, we got eight minutes.

What are we gonna do?

All right, get his vest off. Now.

Somebody, lose a T-shirt if you have to,

to keep pressure on this wound.

Hit the break room, grab me a bag of sugar.

I'll hit Forensics, grab a bag of saltpeter.

Meet back here.

We're gonna build some cover

to get out of here.

Yeah?

If you move... Understand, if you move,

I'll blow your brains out.

We're gonna go in the house, inside.

Get up. You had a little too much to drink,

or I'll break your arm.

Get up.

We're gonna walk inside.

Help me. Let's go.

Twenty-one confirmed

bombings, 18 murders...

THE LION ON CELL PHONE...

So, what's the status, Agent Alba?

The senator's secure.

What about over there?

Amy's fine.

When I get word you completed your task,

as promised, I will let her go.

Get over here with the sugar.

- This is a bomb?

- Fifty-fifty, equal parts.

- Wrap it up. Just follow me.

- We only have five minutes.

What are you doing?

This is the fuse. Right here.

Somebody's got to... Give me a bag.

Gonna be a smoke screen.

It's gonna give us plenty of cover.

When these things go off,

don't waste any time looking around.

We only have a few minutes.

- Ryan, listen, I'm...

- Are we close to getting him?

No. The whole place is wired with bombs.

Hops has been shot.

- I'm sorry, Tommy, I don't have a choice.

- What are you talking about, Ryan?

I made a deal with him.

She's my little girl, man.

Ryan, you get it f***ing together.

I know how you felt that night

in the basement.

He's got me in the same place.

I can't let him take my little girl, Tommy.

I'm sorry.

Ryan...

All right, let's go. Who's got the light?

Are you all right, Agent Alba? Agent?

Yeah, it's, uh...

It's a family issue.

He doing all right?

Stay with us, Hops.

All right, guys, two more of these.

Let's get ready to go.

Get ready to move him.

Get ready to move him, on my count.

Hops, you hear?

They're coming out the front.

All right, guys, one more, one more,

one more. Get him ready to go.

Get him ready to move.

All right guys, are we ready?

Let's go! Go! Go! Go!

Straight to the truck! To the truck!

Get in the back! Let's go!

Son of a b*tch!

Armstrong got away. He's on the move.

- Yeah, Isabel, where...

- Hi, Tom. I'm with that nice FBI lady.

We're throwing a party.

You know the place. Bring ice.

Son of a b*tch.

Number here.

I need help! Senator's down!

Senator's down!

Send me an ambulance!

RED TIE ON CELL PHONE...

I just got word Cordero and Alba are dead.

Panama's closed.

- Is it confirmed?

- Y es.

What do you want me to do

with Alba's daughter?

Let her go.

That's right, Tom. You know where to go.

Old habits die hard.

You know what to do.

You could save yourself

like you did eight years ago.

Or you could come down

and try to save your girlfriend.

Come on.

I can't shoot you if I can't see you.

Five minutes, Tom.

If we wait longer than that,

you'll need a broom and a shovel

to peel this kid up.

I've already called for backup.

You want a way out of here,

we don't have much time

to come to an agreement.

Well, four and a half minutes, to be exact.

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