Silent Trigger

Range.

Eighteen hundred.

Windage.

Half-force crosswind.

Twelve knots standard.

Right.

Bring it over six clicks.

Target approaching kill zone.

Right sector.

Copy.

Ground zero to

eagle one and two, copy.

Eagle two copy.

We have

target acknowledgement.

Yeah.

- Range on target?

- 1180.

- It's time.

- Green light.

Red light. No clear shot.

Open fire.

Negative.

No clear shot.

Eagle one, this is an order.

Open fire now!

- Negative.

- Target obstructed, sir. Do it!

Eagle two, eagle one has

malfunctioned. Terminate him.

Damn it, man, just do it!

Just do it!

- This is an order: Terminate eagle one.

- Go!

Repeat, terminate eagle one!

Go!

So where do we go from here?

Open the f***in' box.

Slowly.

Oh, sh*t. Mushrooms.

I told you, no mushrooms.

Now i gotta pick 'em off...

one by one.

I'm not laughing.

How 'bout i buy a beer?

Make you feel better?

Trust me, after a couple of nights,

you'll be begging for

a little bit of excitement.

This is one boring tomb.

I'll let you know

when i'm that bored.

You do that. Cheers.

What's this?

Aw, sh*t. I hope my cable isn't out too.

I'm taping the game.

Shouldn't we be

doing something?

Bingo! Back on line.

- I'm gonna check it out.

- Check what out?

If you don't wanna talk to me,

why don't you just say so?

I don't wanna talk to you.

Fine. How long they

got you on the shift for?

'Cause i'm having you

shifted to mornings.

You're one hell

of a pain in the ass!

Eager beavers.

God bless 'em.

O'hara?

O'hara, are you there?

Come on, o'hara. Copy.

Copy if you're there, o'hara.

Uh, yeah, yeah. What's up?

A woman with a work order.

Says she's supposed to check out

some computers in the penthouse.

Computers? In an empty suite

on a sunday night?

What a concept. Nobody said

we'd be having any company.

she must be making

one shitload of overtime.

May i?

That's right.

And the people that are paying

your salary are not gonna appreciate...

- me wasting my time and their money.

- Of course.

I'm sure they just forgot to notify us.

Okay, pal. Stop wasting the lady's time.

- I'm sure she doesn't wanna be here all night.

- I don't.

You'll have to excuse

the accommodations.

Nobody's been too anxious to cough up

the cash to finish this, uh...

...piece of"techno-sh*t"?

- Yeah.

Techno-sh*t.

I like that.

Elevator's right here.

You know, i could get into this computer

stuff myself. How difficult could it be?

- Yeah, right.

- So what do you do with 'em?

- I deal with electromagnetic field interference.

- Ah.

- Like radioactive microwave bullshit, huh?

- Just like that.

How come management never told me

about the penthouse being rented?

I don't know.

Maybe you're just out of the loop.

Ah, yeah. Well, i don't like

being out of the loop.

Especially with some smart-ass b*tch

just popping out of the woodwork.

Come here.

- T.f. b.

- Hmm?

What?

"Too f***ing bad. "

Now start the elevator.

You wanna be tough,

huh, b*tch?

You have five seconds to take

your sticky little fingers off of me.

Four...

you haven't got the balls.

That's about to be your problem.

Three...

i don't think you can do it.

I'm sure it's not much of a target,

but we're at real close range.

So what now, pretty lady?

You rest...

for a minute...

and i'll drive.

You know, you're just

a type "a" computer geek,

right down to your little plastic

pocket protector for your. 357.

Well, there's a lot

of creeps out there.

Uh-huh.

See you later.

Not if i see you first.

F***! B*tch.

You look worked up.

Shut up, man! I liked you better

when you didn't say anything.

That f***in' b*tch

pulled a. 357 on me.

What the f*** is she doing with a. 357?

Smoking pimps on market street?

How 'bout keeping a scumbag

like you at bay?

Aw, f*** that sh*t.

What are you doing?

I'm calling the cops to find out

if that gun's legit.

No cops.

You're new around here, so i'll

let you in on a little something.

In this building...

we're the cops.

- Red.

- Two-five.

You.

Ground zero. Ground zero.

This is eagle two.

ground zero,

this is eagle two. Do you copy?

- Copy.

- I'm at the primary extraction point.

Lz-1 is hot. I repeat, hot.

This is a priority one...

Eagle two, repeat your priority.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

- I thought you were dead.

- I'm not. Listen, there's no time to be scared.

No radio.

Repeat, no radio.

We have 12 hours to reach...

the secondary extraction point,

so check your weapon.

Clean up your face.

Thanks.

- How long you been with the agency?

- A while.

This was my first mission.

Ah, sh*t.

Okay, rookie.

There's been a major

operational screw-up.

That chopper found us somehow.

If we weren't set up,

had to be the radio transmission.

What do you mean, "set up"?

It means trust is not a virtue,

so do what i say,

when i say it.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Okay.

Back there,

that was my first kill.

They tried to kill you.

Do you remember your first kill?

I didn't have a choice.

There was a war going on.

The difference is, in war, at least

you know who the enemy is.

Surprised?

It's not the word i'd use.

Maybe history's repeating itself.

- This time is different.

- It's never different.

Why did they have to send you?

Because i get along

with everybody.

I wouldn't brag about that.

Why not?

Some people are better

not getting along with.

Someone's coming.

That way it's easier to kill them.

Pretty lady. Come on, open up.

Open the f***in' door!

- I just wanna talk.

- i'd like that.

But i really can't right now.

I have this delicate equipment at work.

how 'bout working on

my "delicate equipment"?

What do you want?

I just wanna apologize for before.

You know i didn't mean anything by it.

Apology's accepted.

Now get lost!

You're just making it f***in' difficult

on yourself being a b*tch again!

That's okay.

Really doesn't bother me.

'Cause i'd really love

to treat you like one.

and your f***in'.357

ain't gonna stop me.

Guess you didn't get along

with him, did you?

Take the knife down.

Ever seen your agency profile?

It's classified information.

- You didn't answer the question.

- I haven't seen it.

I've seen mine.

Says i'm... paranoid.

Do you think i'm paranoid?

Not necessarily.

I think you may have been on the job

a little too long.

Nice.

Well...

iooks like i have at least

one reason to be paranoid.

Listen to me.

I'm not a rookie anymore, and i'm not

gonna take any of your sh*t, all right?

I have a job to do,

and the weapon is part of it.

I'm your spotter, and

we both know procedure.

Exactly.

That's why i'm keeping the gun.

I had no idea that it was you.

None.

I swear.

I would've taken a section delta.

Why didn't the supervisor tell you?

I don't know.

I've never even met the guy.

You don't meet the guy.

When you meet the guy

is when you know you're dead.

Yeah, well, that's

the paranoid speaking.

I wish it was.

Not good.

Not good at all.

What's your f***in' problem, man?

I was just about to

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