Sniper: Legacy

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Hey.

Simpson.

I didn't think you'd come.

We chewed the same sand.

Yeah, I'm still pickin' it outta my teeth.

Sh*t, man.

Long time.

How ya doin', Smitty?

I haven't heard that nickname

since Mission Sentinel.

I'm doin' good.

The German doctors down in Landstuhl,

they stitched me back together pretty well.

When'd you get outta that sandbox?

Couple of months back.

Doin' okay?

They say I am.

Hey, they broke me, they gotta fix me.

Welcome to the world.

Listen, Smitty, I know this is not a good

time to be lookin' for a job. But if...

I said I'm okay.

I got a line on a job

over at Sembach Annex,

training Army Snipers.

You know what they say,

"Those who can't, teach."

Well, the Army owes you that.

It's my daughter Alex at school.

I didn't know you had a kid.

I got two, Alex and Lucy.

Don't see much of 'em. Not anymore.

Sorry.

Yeah.

You guys threw me under the bus

on Sentinel.

We got sent on a bad mission

and people died.

They hung that friendly-fire sh*t on me.

Your gun did it.

I was ordered to fire.

And I was ordered by the Colonel

to give those orders.

Call it awash.

What are we doin' here, Smitty?

You got somethin' to say, say it.

Do you think that God will forgive us

for all the sh*t that we've done?

We did things right, most of the time.

We were drinkin' from the devil's cup.

That's just war.

So that's it?

That's it.

Just like that.

Manly

And I did mine.

Hey, did I tell ya?

- Getting my citizenship next month.

- Finally came through?

It pays to be a Marine.

God, I can't wait to

have that blue passport.

Well deserved.

So, Corporal,

you got an interesting nickname.

- Mango?

- Yeah, where'd it come from?

My first live op, we were in East Timor.

Thirty days in the jungle,

short on food supply.

Sol made my team a mango-snake salad.

What'd you season it with?

Sea salt.

Sounds good right about now.

- Movement, one o'clock.

- Range me.

Thirteen hundred.

On target.

- Hold scope.

- Wind?

It's comin' off the mountain

at our one o'clock,

quarter value,

push two clicks to the right.

Angle?

Descending 18 degrees, no adjustment.

More Syrians coming into Turkey.

Who can blame 'em?

Your move, Reese.

White rook captures F five.

F***.

That's it, son. Check and mate.

NS-Two, NS-Two, this is NS-One, over.

NS-One, this is NS-Two,

what's your traffic, over?

NS-Two, please advise

on your sit rep, over.

Livin' the dream, baby.

How's your focus?

Currently, I am focused

on cleaning my barrel.

I can see your silhouette.

Get back in your hide.

Can I shake first?

You got jokes?

Always.

Keeps me light, on the edge,

where I need to be.

You need to be on your scope.

I know you're a member of

the Green Jackets Team back in the UK,

but sniping isn't just about

shooting straight,

you also have to shoot first,

so get back on your rifle.

Tell Knucklehead riding shotgun

to put the chess set away.

Aye-aye.

Got something. Could be your guy.

12 o'clock.

This party's startin'.

NS-Two, put your dick away and lock it up.

Time to go to work.

Vehicle, belt-fed AK. They're coming heavy.

Call it out.

Target on ground. Head-wrap, sackcloth.

He's a real charmer.

Hey!

Do the math.

970 meters.

Wind, one-half value.

Angle, 13 degrees descending.

No adjustment.

On target.

Fire when ready.

Refugees are blocking my shot.

NS-Two, do you have a clean shot

to the Tango, over?

Give me a sec.

Go two up.

This is a senior Taliban.

If you have a clean shot,

send the mail now.

Roger that, over.

Put some lead on this guy, Reese.

Do it now!

Hey! Hey!

- Miss.

- Ready for a gunfight?

- Thought you'd never ask.

- Go to guns.

Hit.

Give me a shot.

NS-Two, you have two hostile technicals

approaching your position.

F*** me! We're takin' heavy fire!

Man down! Man down!

Position to lead truck.

816 meters and closing, 25 miles an hour.

Two-mil lead.

Beckett, I need some help!

Large rock, 750 meters.

Raysu

Guy with the AK, on the ground, 800 meters.

- Hostile threat down.

- Where's the target?

Heading south, fast.

Range me.

- Range is long gone.

- Call it in.

Him

Yeah.

Hog's Den, Hog's Den,

this is North Star One.

Hostile threat down.

Ready for evacuation, over.

Roger that, NS-One,

move to extraction point LZ-Cobra.

Hold your position.

What the hell happened, Gunny?

You'll read about it in the report, sir.

Reese?

Yahoo, no discipline.

That's why you're here,

to train these yahoos.

Look around you.

This is a work in progress,

not even the f***ing paint's dry.

We had him.

Should've been clean, done.

It was that bad?

Worse.

Reese got his spotter killed.

Well, let me buy you a drink.

We'll talk it through.

I want out, Major.

What are you saying?

You sent us into a country

we weren't even supposed to be in,

with a team that wasn't

qualified for the job.

We lost one today. We'll get him next time.

No, I had five kills today

and we were only sent out for one target.

It's tough work.

Not really, that's what bothers me.

It was easy, five shots, five kills.

I was on the scope,

correcting for wind and velocity,

doing the trig work in my head,

on the fly.

Yeah, it's just math.

No, everything was easy.

Second nature?

Yeah.

That's the goal.

Congratulations, you're a sniper.

It's what we do. Black on black.

It's ugly stuff.

You're not the first sniper

to question his destiny.

We all do.

You think I like to kill?

I'm done.

You're assigned

to a Multi-National Task Force

authorized to carry weapons

in a foreign country!

You can't just quit!

You're a natural, kid.

It's in your blood.

You're 10 minutes late.

Major, you still don't know

when you're talking to a superior?

It's along time since we've had

a come-to-Jesus face to face.

I'm not here.

The rest of us are in the sh*t

and you're living the life out here.

Way off the grid, out of the grind,

right where I need to be.

You must rate some serious juice

with the brass stateside.

Pete Steffen, you remember him?

Yeah. Reasonably good man.

Got shot in Berlin, two days ago.

Shame.

It would be a shame if it was just Steffen.

Hopkins and Carswell.

Dead?

Hopkins got popped nine days ago

in South Florida.

Carswell?

Medulla shot, two days back in London.

Shots were from 1,500 meters

with a high-caliber bullet.

- How high?

- Fifty.

That's not a just a kill,

that's a statement.

It was a home-made bullet

with its own calculated spindrift.

Conditions?

Hopkins' shot required an adjustment

for extreme wind.

From 1,500 meters?

This guy's a serious motherf***er.

Let's get the hell outta of here.

You hungry?

Best octopus in the world.

You brought me here

because you think I did it?

Why would you say that?

There are only a handful of guys

can make those shots, and I'm one of them.

If I thought you did it,

we wouldn't be talking.

Fair enough.

We have three men dead out of five

who were put together

for a particular mission in Afghanistan,

a mission you turned down.

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