Shooter Page #6

Killed them by the hundreds.

The other side wanted him. Bad.

Finally narrowed his hide down

to an abandoned six-story building.

They quit the subtle tactics.

They called in an artillery strike.

Leveled a square block.

Brought the building down on his ass.

Some say he crawled out of there.

Some say he died.

Never heard from him no more.

F*** me.

What?

I met the son of a b*tch.

Yeah. The world ain't what it seems,

is it, Gunnie?

No, sir.

You keep that in mind.

The moment you think you got it figured,

you're wrong.

He got a name?

Hey, it's me, Nick.

Do you have any idea

how much trouble you're in?

- Yeah.

- Are you okay? Nick, where are you?

It's better I don't tell you.

Look, do you have a pen?

I need you to find someone.

Mikhaylo Sczerbiak.

- Yeah.

- You got it?

I got it.

Man, this is hard to spell.

Swagger is going to go

with what he knows.

He'll try to track the shooter.

He won't get far that way.

Yes, he will.

- How's that?

- We're going to help him.

Sometimes to catch a wolf,

you need to tie the bait to a tree.

And what happens to the bait?

Hard to say.

But that's the nature of being the bait.

- Hey, it's Nick. Did you find him?

- He's in Virginia.

An end we thought was tied up

came untied.

Meaning, Colonel?

Swagger is still alive.

Oh, my.

I need to land a transport plane

without a customs check.

I'm certain I don't want to know,

but what's on the plane?

Crew we used in Ethiopia.

Twenty-four good, hard men.

Weapons and gear.

Only 24?

Do kill him.

No loose ends this time.

Night, Colonel.

Good night, Senator.

Hello?

Someone there?

Now look.

Look what you've done now.

Give me that.

I don't want you to hurt yourself. Okay?

Where's your boyfriend?

What if it's a trap?

Oh, it's a trap.

Guaranteed. Every time.

Question is, for whom?

- You got your list, right?

- Yep.

All right, you make sure you stick to it.

Let's go.

Okay, so what are these for again?

Tear gas is going to be on my remote.

Right.

Napalm on the first floor.

Pipe bombs on the rest of them.

Gotta be very careful with these.

It's got a 15-foot kill radius.

So what exactly

are we getting ready for?

For as much as we can be.

All right, you got

four enemy combatants.

Take them one by one.

Keep shooting.

Don't let anything distract you.

F***!

Didn't I say

don't let anything distract you?

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Let's see it.

No. No.

It's just you and me, baby.

No!

You got three guards.

One at your 2:
00,

and 10:
00.

Danger close. 2:
00,

fifty yards.

You got one right on you.

Go check the perimeter.

And tell the others to stay alert.

I'm on it. Right away, sir.

Swagger, you got one above you

on the roof.

You killed all three?

There were four.

I want Johnson's real name.

I want to know who he works for.

I want to know why it was worth

going through that much effort

to kill the Archbishop.

Aren't you the one that shot him?

And if I don't know any of those things?

Then you're of no worth to me

and I might as well shoot you now

and leave.

Johnson's had a lot of names.

Don't know one's any more real

than the next.

Knowing would only be dangerous.

He's ex-army.

Pretty sure he was a full-bird colonel.

Go on.

They came for me,

like they came for you.

Recruitment for a single job.

They like the wounded.

Easier to use

and then throw away

when you are done.

Timmons, you, me...

Once you've been a wolf, it's hard

to be staked down like a goat.

This is just one dead man

talking to another.

And the Archbishop?

You want to take all suspicions away

when you shoot someone,

wait till he's standing

next to the President.

What was he going to say?

The truth.

That nothing, no matter how horrible,

ever really happens

without the approval of the government.

Over there, and here.

The problem isn't the doing.

It's the people in power having to admit

that they knew.

The prisoners are tortured

at Abu Ghraib,

and only the underlings go to jail.

Their bosses knew.

We know their bosses knew.

But you don't say it.

What exactly happened in Africa?

Somehow the villagers didn't think

that an oil pipeline

was a good enough reason

to move their village

to a place

where the spirit gods didn't exist.

Drink?

So they asked them all nicely to move

and when they didn't,

they just killed them all?

No.

They didn't ask.

They just killed them.

All.

So the next village

won't need to be asked.

They'll just go.

There is a mass grave with 400 bodies,

men, women, children,

under the oil pumping station

You should know.

You covered the retreat

of the contractors who did the job.

Of course, you weren't supposed

to survive that, either.

Who runs Johnson?

A senator. From Montana, I think.

You don't get it.

There is no head to cut off.

It's a conglomerate.

If one of them betrays the principles

of the accrual of money and power,

the others betray him.

What it is

is human weakness.

You can't kill that with a gun.

Swagger.

Swagger.

You got to get out of there.

They're everywhere.

Had to keep you till they got here.

Lying wasn't going to hold you.

You would have known.

By the way, they've got your woman.

Swagger.

They're 20 yards and closing.

You got to get out of there.

- Bug out. Go to hide two.

- Roger that.

Swagger, I'm in position two.

You got to get out of there.

- They're all over the place.

- Hey!

Calm down.

Blow the pipe bombs outside on my call,

okay? You got it?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Listen very carefully.

On my one, you blow the pipe bombs,

then the gas.

Three, two, one...

Hit it. Hit the napalm.

Swagger!

You got it.

Swagger!

Swagger!

Swagger!

You got to bug out

on my go behind that barn.

Okay.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

Go!

Come on!

You got to gun it to that tree line.

What?

You got five shots left.

Gotta draw that bird out.

Okay. Okay.

- On my cover, all right?

- Okay.

All right, go!

Pull up! Pull up!

Time to go!

Let me take a look.

Not right now.

Morning, beautiful.

- See this weird shootout in Virginia?

- Sir...

Shells everywhere, helicopter remnants,

blood. No bodies, though, right?

And they get fingerprints

off the cartridge cases.

First set positively IDed

as Bob Lee Swagger.

Second set belongs

to Special Agent Nick Memphis

of the FBI.

What? That's gotta be wrong.

Now, the only reasonable question

to ask after that is,

what the f*** is going on?

Great shot!

- All yours, Dan!

- Good shooting!

I'm beginning to think that you were

the wrong man for the job.

Think what you want.

It appears we misjudged

the gunnery sergeant.

There's always a confused soul

that thinks that one man

can make a difference.

And you have to kill him

to convince him otherwise.

That's the hassle with democracy.

Pull!

...fire under their asses,

you understand me?

We need those results now.

Anna, you guys, you take the team...

Anna!... to the roadhouse.

Okay, I don't care who it is right now.

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