Good Kill Page #5

I got fuel for six hours.

There's nothing close to your position.

Roger that. Nice to hear.

Sleep tight.

Copy. Out.

Warhorse Six...

This is Deadly Four-One.

And this is your wake up call.

Roger that, Deadly Four-One.

We owe you.

Your appointment today...

Was it life or death?

Because mine was.

That's cheap.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

What was your appointment?

If you must know,

I was going to go to a class at the gym.

I was trying to stay in shape

in case I go back to dancing.

Chorus like we talked about.

I blew 50 bucks not going.

I'm sorry.

I'll try to make soccer tomorrow.

I will, Molly.

I did something good today.

You don't always?

Let me make it up to you.

Prepare to hand off.

There's a man in Langley

who wants to borrow your plane.

Handing off.

Must be nice, Egan.

Hand-picked by the spooks,

getting all the plum assignments.

Is that what they are?

Better than circling that compound like

some two-bit detective on a stakeout.

- What's going on there?

- Nothing. That's the point.

No, no, no. Right there. There.

Same guy.

Yup.

He's a bad guy.

He's just not our bad guy.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

What's she doing now?

She's going back to work.

Major, we got new co-ords

from Langley.

Sending them to you now.

You ever seen

how beautiful it is in Virginia?

It's green. It's not like here.

You want to start a family,

crime in Virginia is non-existent.

It's like heaven on earth.

Hey.

You want to go somewhere today

- and do something?

- Yeah?

It's strange.

Imagine growing up

praying for gray skies.

They hate blue skies

'cause that's when we fly.

Gray skies, maybe not.

Let's do something.

Go to the strip...

Or dancing?

Splash.

No, he's getting away.

- Grenades.

- Withhold ordnance.

They're not grenades,

Intelligence Coordinator Zimmer.

They're f***ing pomegranates.

Thanks for the cover, Cyclops 8.

How's the weather in Vegas?

Hotter than hell here, Bronco Two.

Happy to trade places.

Sh*t! Sh*t, what was that?

LED. He stepped on an IED.

Shoot back! Shoot something.

Hey, it's Molly. I'm not here.

Have a great day.

Molly, call me back.

He's using the fertilizer to grow things.

The question is,

does he use it to kill things?

And this is not

your usual Afghani cash crop.

He's actually growing something to eat.

The traffic to and from the structure

indicates to us the presence

of a bomb factory.

In our judgment,

the greater risk is to do nothing.

Roger that, Langley.

Major.

Major.

- Yeah, laser on.

- It's lased, Major.

Master arm on, weapon's hot.

Three, two, one, rifle.

Missile's away.

Time of flight, 10 seconds.

Good kill.

Hi.

- I told you not to wait up.

- You drunk?

That's rich coming from you.

Where you been?

I told you I was going out with the girls.

What's wrong with you?

Don't treat me like a damn fool.

I saw you today...

...in the truck with Danny.

He was trying to work out

what's wrong with the truck.

Because you never did.

Plus I thought

it might be fun to blow him.

I left you a message.

My phone died.

I just got your messages.

- Let me see your phone.

- No.

Give me your phone.

Why'd you change your password?

Because the kids know it

and they're always

f***ing with my phone.

Give me the new password.

It's Tommy.

Tommy.

But I'll change that now.

You think I'm having an affair.

You know, I...

I've thought about it.

And you know what else,

I don't think it would even be cheating.

Because to cheat on someone,

you'd have to be in a relationship.

And I don't know that we are anymore.

If that's what helps you.

Bet that helps.

What is this about?

I mean, is this really just about you

losing a seat in the plane?

'Cause here's your last piece

of truth for the day.

Nobody is gonna put you back in one.

But I wasn't the one

that drug you out of the f***ing thing,

so taking it out on me

isn't going to help.

And you were right about one thing.

Yeah, what's that?

At least when you were away,

you were really away.

Now you're here, but f*** it.

But what?

What is it that you need so bad?

What is it that you miss so bad?

Combat? You miss the f***ing combat?

Hit me. Hit me, you like that.

- I hit you one time. Will you stop?

- Come on, you little b*tch! Hit me.

- Hit me, little b*tch, hit me!

- Molly, don't do that!

- Hit me!

- Molly. Molly! Just stop it, all right.

F***! F***! F***! F***!

It's okay.

F***!

Langley, signing Off-

Seriously, dude...

It's not like a costume you rent

when you wanna get lucky or...

Hey.

Hey.

You look miles away.

Seven thousand.

You wanna know about my job?

Yeah.

Well...

Yesterday, I was flying over a house

in South Waziristan.

It was night when I started watching

but they couldn't see me

even if it was day.

It was the house of

a Taliban commander.

He wasn't home.

Inside his wife and family were sleeping.

When he did come back around dawn,

the family was still inside,

but I wasn't sure

when I'd get this chance again so...

I blew the house up anyway.

And I watched

as the neighbors started

pulling the bodies out.

Another one of my jobs

is damage assessment,

which is our way of saying

counting the dead,

which is not as easy as it sounds.

Because a lot of times the bodies

are in such small pieces.

But this time, I knew for sure

it was seven.

I watched all morning

as these locals cleaned up the mess,

got ready for the funeral.

They like to bury their dead

within 24 hours.

Which is a happy coincidence for me

because that's how long

I can stay in the air.

I watched them

carry the bodies

up a hill to the gravesite.

I had information

that the Taliban commander's brother

would attend the funeral.

So, I waited

till they were all there

saying their prayers.

And then I blew them up, too.

That's my job.

Come inside.

I need you to come inside.

Get back in the house.

It's so beautifully clear

when we watch them.

It couldn't be clearer if I was there.

You can see everything,

the looks on their faces, everything.

Tommy, please.

Once you see it,

how do you unsee it?

You call in sick.

You need help.

You shouldn't be driving a car,

let alone...

No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

- No, you can't go!

- I'm okay.

No!

- Cutting it close.

- Yeah, well, I made it, didn't I?

- Need some gum, sir?

- No.

No, you need some gum, sir.

- Starting early. You okay?

- Yeah.

Christie can cover for you.

I'm fine.

It's all right. Relax. Sit down.

I know what you're all thinking.

After what's gone on...

I've been doing a little thinking myself,

believe it or not.

And not too many of us are in love

with the tactics

employed by our esteemed colleagues

in Langley, Virginia,

but let me ask you all a question.

They kill us and we kill them.

I mean, does anybody here think

for a solitary second

that if we stop killing them,

they're gonna stop killing us?

It's a vicious cycle,

it doesn't matter who made it vicious.

But they aren't gonna stop,

so we can't.

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