Season of the Hunted Page #2

what happened in the woods?

You known six billion chickens will

die in slaughterhouses this year?

Does that connect to Silver Falls?

What if we had a species above us in

the food chain? How would you feel

if that species lost respect for us

and started slaughtering us

wholesale?

I don't know.

But it's very interesting.

Do you understand it?

Oh, yeah. Good.

What else did you want to tell

Mr Bonham you don't want to tell me?

I'd like to talk about

Operation Eagle, Cobra.

Shuddup! You'll get yourself killed.

He's Aaron Hallam. You remember me?

They're recording this sh*t.

So put it on record.

It'll never say what you want it to.

Then what am I doing here, people?

Moret, help me out here.

Is this our guy or not?

I know there are variables, Moret,

there always are,

but we can't indict a variable.

Hey, boss.

Sir, we understand you have a man

named Aaron Hallam in your custody.

How much do you know about him?

Born in 1968, raised in West

Virginia. High school equivalency,

although he scored

off the charts in science.

Joined the army at 18.

That's the strange part.

What's that, sir? Well, it doesn't

really tell us any more about him.

The record's incomplete.

Not even a date of discharge.

Sgt Hallam is unofficially

missing in action. Sir.

Unofficially.

That's a cover. That means

he's still doing work for you.

We're here to take possession

of your prisoner, sir.

This is not a military base.

Your man very likely

killed and mutilated four hunters

on Federal land.

I think you should take a look

at this, sir.

Unless we've been invaded

by a foreign power

and are officially at war,

you don't have any authority here.

I know you want to go

but we need the results.

And your statement.

You ever use that thing?

You mean have I shot anyone?

Yeah.

Would you ask a guy

the same question? Yeah.

Well, as a matter of fact I have.

Do we have to go into it? No.

OK.

Not a great view of the city.

It's a wilderness.

What's your relationship to Hallam?

I trained him.

To do what?

Trained him to survive.

I trained him to kill.

I trained a lot of people like him,

best of the best, sh*t like that.

I pulled your file.

You were never in the military.

No.

You just worked for them? Yeah.

Like a contractor.

You don't like to talk about it,

do you?

No.

HE SIGHS:

My father was an army colonel.

When my brother was killed

in Vietnam, he decided

not to lose another son to that war.

End of story.

Dad was a tracker

before he joined the army

and I learned what I do from him.

What about Hallam? He's unusual.

He can kill anybody, without regret.

Most of those he killed never knew

he was in the same room as 'em.

How's that make you feel? Can't say.

I never killed anybody myself. I...

HE SIGHS:

I just taught people how.

In many ways,

Hallam is a fine warrior.

After a tour in Kosovo he was given

another sensitive assignment,

off the books.

He went too far.

Innocent people lost their lives.

Hallam's battle stress

has become so deep

it's part of his personality.

And it's impossible to reverse.

He's a killing machine.

There is no way he can be indicted,

or tried in open court,

or any court.

He cannot be processed,

interviewed, charged with a crime

or copped out as a psycho.

He cannot appear in any newspaper.

As far as the world is concerned,

sir,

Aaron Hallam doesn't exist.

He's one of them.

They'll handle it.

You know why you're here, Aaron.

You wandered off the range.

It was way too messy, man.

We're supposed to be precise.

They weren't his family.

They were soldiers, Dale. There was

no backup, no way I could get out.

I was set up. That's bullshit.

You f***ed up. You caused injury

and death to unarmed civilians.

They had weapons.

Well, that's the problem.

You can't tell the sharks

from the guppies any more.

That's what they're using now?

They say it's painless.

Course, they never use it on...

Release him, Aaron! Release him now!

You flying to Vancouver? Yeah.

Then a connecting flight?

No. A drive. Eight hours.

Right. You don't like flying.

Must be worth it.

It's a special place.

Come up sometime. You'd like it.

You don't have to wear two guns.

The whole posture would change.

It's an open invitation.

HE MOANS:

GASPS, SHRIEKS

HE WHIMPERS:

Is it painless, Dale?

We need paramedics here!

Help!

See if you can help people.

No, I can't!

Does anyone know what's going on...?

Ma'am, just sit down.

Paramedic! Paramedic!

I'm OK, I'm OK!

My buddies are in there.

Get 'em out, get 'em out!

I'm OK, I'm OK...

OK?

Horrible, yeah...

Get 'em out!

Hello?! Oh, sh*t...

Hello? You're breaking up!

Don't leave the house yet...

PA ANNOUNCEMENTS

"Do not leave your bags unattended.

Unattended bags will be destroyed."

You go over there,

I'll go down there. All right!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten.

Ready or not, here I come.

Hey.

MOUTHS SILENTLY:

SHE CHUCKLES:

LAUGHTER:

'Now a breaking story

from reporter Jeff Gionola,

'who is live outside the tunnel

to Forest Park. Jeff?'

'Ken, we have just arrived

on the scene of a terrible accident

'just outside Forest Park. A truck

or van transporting people. We...'

SHOUTED INSTRUCTIONS

I will teach you...how to kill.

Quickly. Accurately. Efficiently.

It will become a reflex action.

You will learn to enter a combat zone

and evaporate into shadow.

You will learn how to survive.

Or you will not.

Ready!

Arm. Heart! Leg, leg!

Reverse your grip. Bring your knife

from the inside of his arm,

sever the tissue.

Pull his finger off the trigger,

come over his left shoulder,

grab the strap, choke.

Cut into his heart

and bring him down. Go.

Arm, throat, heart, leg, leg,

arm, lung. Good. Good.

'Enter the thigh here,

slicing the femoral artery,'

into this thigh and that artery.

This arm is in your way.

It cannot hurt you. The only thing

it can do is block the lung puncture.

Push it in front of his face

and go into his lung.

Now. Arm, neck, heart,

leg, leg, lung!

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One. Two. Three.

Power assist, four. Five. Six.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Make this a good power assist.

You're looking for his backbone.

There we go.

Go.

There we go. Once again.

'LT.

'I don't think

I can do this any more.

'The nightmares are getting worse.

'I think I'm losing it, LT.

'I need to talk to you.

'I don't know if you've been

getting my letters, LT.

'I need to hear from you

or talk to you.

'You've been like a father to me.

'Please write.'

Once you are able to kill mentally,

the physical part will be easy.

The difficult part...

..is learning how to turn it off.

All we know for sure is

that we have three fatalities.

We don't know if there were other

passengers. Access is very limited.

We have no new information

from the police or the FBI.

However, the van seems to be

a military vehicle,

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