Drones Page #4

About flying

over hanoi at night,

three migs on his ass,

Russian sams

exploding all around him.

His buddy Tommy

going down in flames.

Guess I'll...

Tell my kids about

the time I pushed a button...

And watched a dead man's family

pick his arms and legs

off the road.

Yeah, the first time's weird.

You'll get used to it.

It's nothing like being

in a real fighter jet.

My old man

never told me a story.

All I remember is

playing flyboy with him.

More like stepping on an ant.

There's no danger.

That's fine by me.

I mean, I'm 22.

Sh*t. I don't wanna die

until I've had a threesome...

With... both women.

God, it's f***ing hot in here.

All right.

Gonna try the a.C.

One more time.

Ow!

Ah.

You know, I almost

didn't wear this today.

Oh yeah?

Why not?

What, a combat flight suit

when we're sitting in a f***ing

air-conditioned trailer?

We wish.

I feel like

a f***ing fraud don't you?

No, I don't...

Ask all the terrorist

sons of b*tches

I wasted

if they think I'm a fraud.

I'm proud to be defending

my country, lieutenant.

You need to quit trying

to impress your old man.

This isn't about being

a hero like him and his pal.

All right?

It's about winning the f***ing war,

about doing our job.

They're going in.

I'll tell you what.

Fly a little closer

to the mountaintop.

We'll be able to see all

the way down the main road,

buy us a few extra seconds.

Heading 40 degrees

north-northeast.

40 degrees

north-northeast. Check.

Come on, mahmoud,

show your f***ing face already.

At least he's willing to die

for what he believes in.

What's that supposed

to mean, lieutenant?

Does that make him

some kind of f***ing hero?

The 10 guys who crashed

into the world trade center

believed in what they were doing too.

Does that make them heroes?

Of course not.

That's not what I meant.

- See, I remember when that happened, lieutenant.

- So do I.

I'm just saying I studied the

history of war for four years

and this is like no war

I've ever read about.

Well, maybe you shouldn't have been reading.

Should've been playing video games.

That's what this is...

it's a f***ing video game.

- And a goddamn soundtrack.

- What are you looking for? Danger?

I'm just saying if we can take

out anybody at any time, anywhere

and not worry about

any of us getting killed,

what's to stop us from playing

some really f***ed up video games?

We're trying to bring freedom to these

screwed-up countries, lieutenant,

and at the same time

stop them from attacking us.

God damn it.

You may talk the sh*t,

but you're your father's daughter.

You know damn well this is

good for the whole world.

Not just America.

When we do what we gotta do.

And when we do what we gotta do,

we help people everywhere.

F***, it's hot. God.

F***ing God damn it.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

Sorry, lieutenant.

I wasn't thinking.

You're right, it's f***ing hot.

Vehicle coming.

Establish auto-track.

- Auto-track selected.

- All right.

- Go telephoto.

- Telephoto, check.

F***.

I can't see anything.

- The windows must be tinted.

- It's gotta be mahmoud.

What do we do?

We don't have a choice, do we?

Gotta wait till

he gets out of the van.

But then he'll be

too close to the house.

Look at that...

imsi activity.

Major Garcia,

we've got a possible sat phone intercept.

I need a translator right now.

Airman, we have a translator standing by.

One second.

- We don't have one second.

- This is lieutenant habib.

Lieutenant,

what you're listening to is a man in a car

talking to an older gentleman

in the house.

Okay,

he says he gave the chickens

to the man in kandora.

He's asking the guy in the van

"did you get

the bottle of wine?"

So that can't

be mahmoud in the van.

He's a Muslim fundamentalist now.

They don't drink wine.

Al qaeda agents might use code

when they think

we might be listening.

"Chicken" is a word

they use for "money."

"Bottles of wine"

could mean "bombs."

He says they had to hide

the wine from Afghan police.

Did the guy in the house just

call the man in the van mahmoud?

- That's right.

- F*** visual I.D.

We need to blow this van up

right now. Come on.

Lieutenant, "mahmoud"

is the most common name in Afghanistan.

- It's like "Joe" in the us.

- Sir, his name's mahmoud,

he's got bombs and he's

coming home for his birthday.

- All right, set codes.

- Codes are set...

And armed.

Wait.

- We can't wait.

- The guy in the van called the other guy "Uncle."

Is the mahmoud you're after the

nephew of anyone in the house?

No, he's the son

of the guy in the house.

But...

maybe the other guy in the van...

- maybe he's mahmoud's Uncle.

- Yeah, but was he old enough?

I don't know.

He says there's gonna

be a protest on Tuesday.

Well, f*** what he's saying,

lieutenant. We're just...

sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*t.

Too late. He just got home.

Thank you. Out.

Maybe we can still hit him right

now as he gets out of the van.

- That way the kids in the house still have a chance.

- Negative.

We're way too close

for squirters.

These hellfires...

no joke, man.

Come on, mahmoud.

Show your ugly...

F***ing face, mahmoud.

It's a bunch of old geezers.

What, is this a shuttle

from the old folks' home?

F*** me.

Oh my God, a baby.

F*** me twice.

I'm guessing that's mahmoud.

Not unless he shaved his head.

Guess again.

Look at his bag.

Wine.

Jesus Christ.

How many people are in there?

Is this a f***ing Chinese fire drill?

I'm counting six people...

And one goat.

Billy goat gruff,

that was a bad move.

Don't wanna kill you.

Disarm.

Ugh. M.T.S.

Copy.

The real mahmoud

better show his face soon.

After all the work that you

and I have put into this,

I am not letting

another reaper get the kill.

Well, we have 47 minutes.

No, we have 46.

That maneuver spent

about a minute of fuel.

Hey, vehicle coming.

Okay,

establish auto-track.

Auto-track, check.

- Telephoto.

- Okay.

F***. I can't see

anything again.

It's the glare from the sun.

You see the bend

in the road up there?

He might dip out of the

glare for a few seconds.

Drop the m.T.S. Down

five degrees.

I'm gonna head 10 degrees

west for better visibility.

10 degrees, check.

- Sh*t.

- Auto-track.

- I got it.

- No, you gotta hit reset.

Got it.

Here he comes.

Sh*t, it's a woman.

Can't see any other passenger.

Pffft. Well, if that was him,

we could've got him.

How many people are gonna show

up for this f***ing party?

He's the friendly neighborhood terrorist.

I bet this isn't even

a birthday party.

I mean, it could be just a

meeting of his terrorist cell

before they head off

to the U.S. of a.

What, the kids

and the old folks?

Yeah.

Policy on this? Hmm?

How many civilians can we kill

in order to take out one h.V.T.?

We don't know how

many of them are noncombatants.

Breaking audio tracks...

Where the hell did they

get those hats? K-Mart?

What is that?

Who's that?

Jesus Christ.

Look, that's him.

Yeah, it's him.

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