Free Fire Page #5

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You f***ing turncoat.

You f***ing started this whole thing,

it's your f***ing fault.

- Ord, stop it mate.

- What are we doing now?

- Think you're a big man?

- What the f***? Stop. Stop!

Come on.

Boys, knock it off.

What the f*** is this?

You gotta help me on this..

Get this f***ing loaded up.

You are a f***ing kid,

you're a f***ing baby.

- Stevo, go check the radio.

- F***ing hell, I do.

Move to that side and give him cover.

Make sure she gets out of there,

you hear me? Make sure she gets out.

- Ord, stop it.

- Stop.

Ord, where are you going?

Where are you going?

Ord, come back here.

Come back here right now.

You sneaky f***er.

Get out of here woman for Christ sake.

I am going.

I just shot Ord.

He's gonna f***ing kill me, man.

You smell like perfume.

That's beard oil.

- Do it Frank.

- Can't get a clear shot out of.

Go Ord, nail him, boy.

What are you doing, Vern?

You making a new suit over there?

You, Chrissy come on.

Ah, my f***ing leg.

Did you see that?

That was me.

F*** it up.

I didn't see Dusty.

You know why?

Because it f***ing happened to me.

That was f***ing awesome.

You are a f***ing hero.

Does anyone care

what happened to me by any chance?

Save it for your f***ing autobiography.

I like your cardboard armor..

It's protection from infection.

Frank, one of us needs to

get to this f***ing phone..

I will do it.

- Rhodesian Special Forces trick.

- No sh*t.

I am more likely to die from the germs,

infecting the wounds, than any bullets.

Well, I guess,

you're covered.

You'll be fine now,

you got about...

Got about an hour twenty,

before you're in trouble with that wound.

And I gotta get to that phone.

Is everybody like you,

where you come from?

Vern is a rare mysterious jewel.

Feast your eyes, boy.

Watch and learn,

then go back to your miserable life.

Alright, I'll see you later Vern.

Where are you running off to Frank?

We just getting started.

Ord, give us a head mate.

It's me.

Justine, stay there.

F***.. what the f***!

- Martin.

- The bullets.

The keys.

Go. Grab them now.

Move, move.

Jesus.

Stop shooting,

you bastards.

So, Ord, are you gonna

go pat that man's body?

Ten Grand.

F***!

Why not twenty?

We leave an IOU for Vern.

I'm sure He'll understand.

I see him.

I see Frank.

He's going for the phone.

He is winning.

Frank's ok?

- Why do you care, huh?

- I've cut his wing.

Alright, I'm gonna go out there.

I gotta get the keys so I can open

the van and get the bullets man.

Steven?

So that's what a f***ing

brain looks like.

Oh, f***!

Man, I thought you were f***ing dead.

Get the f*** off me.

You got shot in the head man.

Where the f*** am I?

Party Marty.

I know you.

- Come on man.

- Get the f*** out of there.

I just want my money.

It's okay,

I am not shooting.

No, stop running.

Jesus.

Where's the f***ing money?

Safe man, I put it in

the fireman's fund.

Justine...

Justine!

Don't leave me in the dark, baby!

- Think she made it?

- Yeah, Of course she did.

F***ing stop.

Howard, you up there?

Yo, come down man, it's cool.

I know you f***ed it all up.

What's your gun doing here man?

Howard!

I'm not your pet Vern.

What are you doing all over there man?

It was a simple f***ing plan.

You f***ed it up.

What the f*** are you looking at?

Give me a second,

I'm just gonna reload.

Give me my money.

- Don't do it man.

- No?

- You know where the money is?

- It's right there.

Okay? Look,

it's all good.

That beautiful.

Jesus f***ing Christ.

Alright, everybody hold your fire...

Until I find out this motherf***er

is dead this time.

Poke him in the eye.

See if he flinches.

You're scared.

I can feel it.

Look, I just want you to know...

Before I do this for Vern,

I have been, right where you're now.

I have scrambled around

in some lousy job...

I made president sacrifices...

Only to have some f***ing parasite

turn up in the last minute...

and take all the credit.

That's why I appreciate the odds.

If it wasn't for them...

Then all the doing,

it's just this.

F***ing shot me.

- You seem like a nice girl.

- We can't all be nice girls.

God, no.

Get of me.

You f***ing shot me again.

You dropped this.

Congratulations.

Hopeful Americans will

receive a free lifetime

suppy of pork-lings,

premier ground meat.

All you have to do to

claim your prize...

Stevo, you alright, yeah?

I gotta go check on Frank.

Keep an eye out, alright?

You stay here you stay awake.

Tell you what?

Have a f***ing cigarette.

Chrissy and Stevo..

F***ing cigarette.

Remember Stevo,

stay awake for me, huh?

Because when you go to sleep,

you're dead.

- Yeah?

- Ok.

Good man.

Men.

Wait.

I don't think so.

I see you,

you f***ing hiddy.

Hello? Sandy?

- This is me. Where is Leary?

- He didn't show up.

It's f***ing Chris, Sandy.

He's meant to be here.

I'm f***ing here. Where is Leary?

Look for f***ing Brendan.

Tell him I'm sorry.

Oi, here, Leary.

Leary, up here, boy.

Ah, f***er.

Holy sh*t.

Come on there, big man.

F*** off, you freak of nature.

- Stay the f*** down.

- Ah f***.

I'll get you home Frank.

Don't worry. I'll get you home.

I'm sorry, pal.

Where do you think

you're going little Hey?

I am going to the hospital.

To see my cousin.

Stop moving.

If you go any further with that money,

I'll shoot you in the head.

F*** you, Ord.

I'm getting away, Ord.

See you..

Don't wait up for me Ord.

Damn.

You gotta smoke less dope

if you wanna hit some once in a while.

- F*** you trash.

- Start you piece of junk.

Let's go.

Is that you, Harry?

Is that John Denver, Harry?

- Four eye f***er, f*ggot!

- The f***?

I'll be the last man standing.

Get the f*** out of here,

you rotten zombie.

Nice ride.

Get the f*** out of here.

I'd say we got about 15 minutes

before the fudge shows up..

What do you want to do?

Get a beer.

Sure.

Why the f*** not?

Who's buying?

- Technically, you are.

- Yeah?

- Hey, hey hey, come on.

- F***ing hands off!

Come on. Get up a**hole.

Let's get the f*** up.

Oh, they really did a number on you?

Didn't they?

Do you want me the hold that?

You know,

I think I can manage.

Why don't you sit down right there?

Go grab a seat.

Oh f***, I think they shot

Harry in the ass.

Alright, I got a John Denver

story for you.

You made it.

Good for you.

Yeah.

I'm sorry you got in the way.

Hey, who were the shooters?

I'm not good with names.

Martin hired them.

So about dinner...

Can I take a rain check?

You take what you want girl.

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