Sabotage Page #6

gave you had a credit card.

I linked it to a cell phone.

That cell phone is live

in an apartment building.

That apartment building,

Narco knows about it.

It's a Rios-Garza

safe house.

Okay, enough

energy drinks, partner.

While you've been saving mankind,

I drafted an affidavit.

I sent it to the clerk,

judge signed it.

You'll be needing that.

Yes, you're right.

I need that. Okay.

You're right.

I'm sorry. I was excited.

Try and arrest

him without it, huh?

I got excited about it,

but we gotta go kick some doors, baby.

Multi-level residential.

Four units.

Brick and masonry.

Fortified with barred windows.

Steel security doors.

You got an iron fence around three sides.

All right,

what's the plan, boss?

We blue angel up the back.

Single point dynamic entry.

Explosive breach.

We don't know

what unit they're in,

so we clear the whole structure.

All right, let's smoke these motherfuckers

and get us some dinner then.

Two mikes out.

Two out, copy.

We're at the railroad tracks.

Here we go, stand by.

Roger that.

We're not here to

make arrests, right?

Breach!

They killed two federal agents already.

They're not f***ing around!

No matter what, we all go home

tonight at the end of this mission.

You know what you're

doing with that thing?

I was in the Army.

It's the wrong way up.

It's not the wrong way up.

You got to rack it

all the way back.

Come on.

I know how to rack a gun.

Heading right.

Keep your hands up.

Let me see your hands.

Stay right there.

Stay on the bed, kid.

Shitty closet!

Clear!

Clear!

Good! Let's go!

Ready to go!

Don't stop!

- Going left!

- Right!

Got your back.

Got a bathroom! Clear!

All clear!

Clear.

- We're all set, boss!

- Keep moving!

Stay tight!

- One on the couch!

- I got left.

- Put your hands up!

- Going left, boss!

- Closet, clear!

- Let me see your hands!

Anyone else in here?

Coming around.

Anyone else in here?

Just my kids.

Kids in the back!

- There are kids.

- Door!

Stay right where you are!

Just keep them up.

I got high.

Get low!

- Don't move.

- Clear.

Checking for mice.

Clear!

We're clear!

Moving.

Just stay on the bed.

Stay on the bed.

- We're clear!

- Keep moving.

Stack up!

Okay. Ready?

Yup. Door.

You get him!

Go, go, go. Let's roll.

Okay, move it!

F***!

We're tight, pop it!

A**hole down!

We're clear!

F***!

Go! Go! Go!

Target down.

Move! Move! Move!

Clear!

Clear!

Sugar, let's go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Calmate! Easy! Easy!

- Good kill, baby.

- Come on!

I got the hostage.

Clear!

Going right!

- Clear!

- Clear!

- We're clear!

- Clear!

Good f***ing gunfight!

God damn!

- Hello.

- Hey, boss!

You might want to get in here!

What?

Ta-da!

You got your kit, babe?

Right, we're secure.

I'm gonna ID these guys.

So which a**hole are you?

Lizzy, don't f***ing do that!

Liquid meth! Hell yeah!

You're one f***ed up b*tch!

Yeah, it's meth.

This is one for the books.

Breach.

It's not them.

- It's not the Kaibiles!

- What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

You mean we killed six

motherfuckers and it ain't them?

Well, check again!

Okay.

No! Still not them!

Dead man walking!

F*** me!

F***ing sh*t.

Stay tight.

Behind you, brother.

All right, it's clear.

Get EMS in here.

There's a lot of bodies.

What the f***

are you doing here?

It's my job.

You used me.

Breacher, God damn it!

What the f*** is going on here?

Clean up, aisle three.

God almighty!

What's wrong?

Son of a b*tch is snagged!

Gimme a knife.

I'm gonna cut the son of a b*tch.

The hell you are.

That's a new anchor.

Damn, it is heavy, though.

Yeah, it is!

All right, keep pulling.

What the hell?

Jesus Christ!

Stay back, son!

Turn around.

Don't look.

How'd they die?

Looks like a gun fight.

Can you give me race and sex?

Male Hispanics, all three.

Why the chicken wire?

As their bodies bloat, the wire cuts them,

releasing the decomp gas.

They never float to the surface.

Yeah, great tip.

I gotta remember that one.

Okay, how long they been dead?

A week.

You sure?

A what?

At least a week.

If it's the guys

that we think...

They've been dead more than a week...

Wait, are these the...

The military guys from the cartel?

Yeah.

You think this is them?

The Guatemalans.

I think it's them.

He said they've

been dead for a week.

It can't be the Guatemalans.

That's why

we need to find these tattoos.

The guy at the cabin had a

tattoo on his left shoulder.

And if we have a match,

then they're part of the same gang, right?

The killers are the victims?

It just can't be that, Caroline.

Tattoo, left shoulder.

Have we got anything?

Ah, nice!

We got it.

Darius, come see this.

This is our guy.

That's it?

Mmm-hmm.

Who the hell killed them?

Nice.

Here we go.

What you got?

Thumb's missing.

Right here.

Right.

Okay, so that explains how we got

thumbprints in Roberts' RV, huh?

Looks like we're working late.

Look, if they've been dead

a week already, right?

They sure as hell didn't

nail Jordan to that ceiling.

Or drive Roberts

over the train tracks.

The Guatemalans

killed Tripod McNeely, okay?

Then somebody kills them,

uses them for cover.

Come on, Darius, think about it.

Who killed the cartel hit men,

sprinkles their DNA over

two separate crime scenes,

wants us to think they're alive?

Who do we like for this?

Everybody! We like

everybody for this one!

John, please! John!

Tell John to come for you!

John! Please, John!

Tell him come for you!

John!

Come find me! John!

Please!

Oh, no!

We had a good time, didn't we?

I love you, John!

Who the f*** is hunting us?

Who do you think, Breach?

It's one of us.

It's you!

Or it's Grinder!

Or Sugar!

Or my dear loving husband!

Is it you, b*tch?

No, I keep track

of the people I whack.

Neck and Pyro ain't on the list.

See, I think that she's right!

I think she's f***ing right.

Nailed it.

So which f***er is it, huh?

F***ing crazy!

I mean, why?

You know why, Breach.

It was the f***ing money.

Amen.

'Cause some of us

are getting paid,

and the rest of us

are just getting dead.

Oh, bullshit!

Keep your hands

where we can see them.

This has been fun,

but I'm out of here.

I see any of your f***ing

faces and I'll kill you!

Ammo's cheap.

My life ain't!

It's over.

Where'd you bury it, Grinder?

Now we fall apart?

We scatter to the wind?

Yeah, I like that idea.

Honey.

Yes, sweetheart?

I've been f***ing Sugar.

What the f*** are you doing?

That's not what we talked about!

Look, man.

Look, it is what it is, dude.

What do you want me to say?

You want me to say I'm sorry?

Is it gonna make it any better?

You f***er!

I'm going to kill you!

Monster! No!

I thought you were

my f***ing friend!

Boss, I'm gonna kill him!

I'm gonna f***ing kill him!

Get the f*** out of here!

Why the f*** would

you do that sh*t?

Get the f*** out of here!

F***ing have a nice life,

you f***ing c*nt!

You deserve each other!

I warned you.

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