Good Kill Page #6

And that's why I'm gonna sit over

Afghanistan and Pakistan,

Yemen, Somalia,

Sacramento-f***ing-California,

every day of what's left

of my sorry career

if it saves one innocent American life.

'Cause I got no idea in hell

how to explain to some grieving parents

their son or daughter is dead

because we thought

enough was enough.

We declared victory and went home.

It never ends,

sir.

Prepare for a follow-up.

What would you like us to hit, sir?

Why aren't they responding?

Could it be perhaps that they think

you're gonna hit them again, Langley?

What is it you'd like us to do, Langley?

If they can wait, so can we.

What's our loiter time?

Eight hours.

Then we wait.

All this circling's

making me dizzy, Major.

Can you at least go the other way?

A vehicle approaching from the west.

We are identifying the target.

Positive ID. Target qualifies.

Permission to prosecute.

Should I bother pointing out

the non-combatants

in the impact zone, sir?

Or should I assume that

all collateral damage is proportionate?

Engage immediately.

Laser.

Laser.

Airman.

Lasing.

Master arm on, weapon's hot.

Three, two...

I've lost the link, sir.

Yeah, I've lost the link.

Get it back. Reacquire.

Reaper in default setting.

Automatic holding pattern.

Attempting to reacquire now.

Link re-established.

- Sh*t.

- They've gotten away.

Locate the target. Find them.

There. Strike the truck.

Yes, sir. Which one?

Hit the truck!

- Which one, Langley?

- Jesus Christ!

Which truck, sir?

Langley, which one?

F***!

Which one, sir?

Which one?

Captain Christie, take the controls.

Major.

Major.

You deliberately dropped the link, Major.

And last time I checked,

that's Article 92.

Failure to comply with a lawful order.

- And orders...

- Are orders.

I gotta do something, Tommy.

You tied my hands.

If I don't do something,

the IT spooks will crawl up the ass

of your console to work out

what we both know you did.

And they'll come down on you

a f*** sight harder.

I gotta do something.

They're never gonna let it go.

I guess this is a bad time to bring up

getting me back in a plane.

Hey, Molly.

Hi.

You know that promotion?

It got rescinded.

I've been downgraded to surveillance.

- What'd you do?

- More like what I didn't do.

I'm never gonna fly again.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

Look, this morning, how I left today...

- Tom my.

- Please, Molly.

Tommy, I have something

I have to tell you.

Please, Molly. Listen to me.

Give me a chance, all right?

I wanna make this up...

I'm taking the kids

to my sister's in Reno.

When will you be back?

I don't know.

You're leaving me?

You left me first.

Molly, please.

I'm so sorry, Tommy. I've got to go.

Now I assume you know

we don't fly them

all the way there from here in Vegas,

but I guess I shouldn't assume anything.

I got food in my fridge

older than most of you.

Now, all take-offs and landings occur

in and around

whatever godforsaken place

we're at war with that day.

- You can't smoke here.

- Yeah, I know.

Sorry.

I heard your wife moved out.

Now they've stuck you

back on Kahili surveillance?

It's not your week.

I wanted to tell you

what happened with you,

I turned in my wings.

Yeah, can't make the battlefields

and blackjack thing work after all.

So I guess the order...

You know, the one prohibiting officers

and enlisted from fraternizing...

- Article 15.

- ...no longer applies.

If you change your mind.

The airman part's

a little misleading, but...

Make no mistake, I am first class.

Widen out.

Yeah, there's nothing going on here.

Why don't you two take a break.

I sure could use a break.

Thank you, Major.

Go on, Zim.

You can tell her all about

how close you were

to making that elite CT unit at Langley.

We're not gonna record anything today.

I got you.

All right, let's get a little closer.

Okay, there you are.

Going hot.

One Minnesota, two Minnesota...

You stay there. Okay, that's fine.

That's fine. Just stay put.

Three, two, one, rifle.

Time of flight, 10 seconds.

No, what are you doing?

No, no, no, go back. Stay back.

Get back...

Oh, my God.

Oh, please. Oh, please.

Oh, please, please,

please, please, please,

come on, come on, go...

Master arm off, weapon's safe.

Major Egan?

Egan.

Tommy.

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