Sniper: Legacy Page #4

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Listen, Colonel, I know this thing has gone a

bit sideways and I'm willing to wear that,

but I've got a piece of business

right in front of me now.

What kind of business?

A captive hostile. How far can I take this?

No limits.

Major, don't let this ax come to my door.

Roger that.

Now where were we?

Now you talk or you die.

He's gone.

Dad?

Hello, son.

You need to rendezvous with the team.

You're a hard man to find,

Master Gunnery Sergeant.

Yeah.

I guess that's the idea.

Scout Sniper and all.

- It's me.

- Easy, Master Guns.

Still leaving the unit?

I don't know.

You're fighting a good war, Brandon.

We're on the right side of it.

Yeah. Well, maybe I just joined

for the wrong reasons.

You should go talk to him.

I don't even know him.

And the next thing I knew, I became him.

I'm not sure where to begin.

"Where the f*** you been my whole life?"

Start there.

Don't let this moment pass you.

Look here, I know there's some questions

you want to ask me, Gunny.

And I'm afraid

you're not gonna like the answers.

A sniper is just not a father.

I walked. It happened.

Should I go on or can we skip

this sad story with all its tears?

Let's skip it.

Let's talk about the mission.

Okay.

- Simpson, the assassin...

- Simpson's working alone.

Major?

No, he was never with them.

How do you know that?

Well, my guy turned out to be

quite talkative.

So how do we catch him?

Question.

Who sent all of you out here?

Who else?

The last thing Simpson said to me was that

he was gunning for you and the Colonel.

Sounds like a trap to me.

Or a misdirection.

Maybe he wants us to lead him there.

The Colonel's in Santorini.

In Greece?

That's his new pivot point?

Nice.

Well, looks like we'll need a cruise ship.

Him?

He's the only one

we didn't take on the mission.

Welcome to the sh*t, Reese.

All right, let's load up.

Reese, we good?

I'm good.

Unless you wanna go again?

Not really. But we can.

Let's not. You kicked my ass

the first time.

Are these scanners operational?

They should be.

What do you got in mind?

You said this shooter

uses a remote control firing platform.

Remote-firing systems

are linked in the cell signals.

With a cell-tuned scanner, I could pinpoint

the exact location of his firing platform.

Get on that.

So, who is this guy anyway?

He's working for someone.

Or he's crazy.

Or both.

I hunted this kid once.

He did the hero side of Afghanistan

from the Fifth Stryker Brigade.

A 15-month deployment

in the Helmand River Valley.

Heavy action, really heavy.

You know, he was a good Marine,

but it got to his soul.

Messed him up really good.

The psychs tagged him with PTSD,

but they didn't discharge him.

They didn't really treat him either.

For three months he wandered the base

with a weapon.

January first, he went into his hooch,

grabbed his weapon

and he shot up a New Year's Party.

Then he trekked up to

Yosemite National Forest.

No food, no shelter,

temperatures dropping below freezing.

When we finally spotted him,

he was up the mountain above the snow line.

Just sitting there,

staring into dawn's early light.

And then he ate his gun.

If Simpson's broken,

he makes a perfect puppet for the Colonel.

What? You think he's in on this?

I sure hope to God he's not.

You don't drink coffee?

Not much.

No bad habits?

I like cars.

That's a bad habit?

It is if they're expensive.

How about you?

I like to fish.

Well, maybe we'll cast a line someday.

- Hey, Dad?

- Yeah.

Might want to get square,

if you're gonna go see a colonel.

Right.

If you get this Simpson in your sights,

you put some hot lead into him.

One shot, one kill.

Yes, sir.

Brandon?

You hold my weapon.

Master Guns.

Excuse me, sir. You have a phone call.

Excuse me, please.

Yes, who's this?

Former Master Gunnery Sergeant

Thomas Beckett, sir.

Beckett?

Thought you were dead.

You mean you heard I was dead,

but I'm betting you didn't believe it.

That's true.

Where are you?

On my way to see you.

Are you close?

Very.

Should I send someone?

No, I'll cab it.

1322 Thira Drive.

I know, over.

Say your positions, everybody.

Keep your eyes on the perimeter.

Scanning.

If Simpson's here, I want him dead.

Nice office.

You certainly made a deal

with the devil, sir.

This is a breach of protocol.

You didn't have to see me, Colonel.

You call me up from the grave

and expect me not to respond?

- Do you know who I have up there?

- Yeah.

The US Attorney General, Phil Daniels,

the esteemed Senator from North Dakota,

and the Syrian Rebel Forces.

And from the looks of it,

a couple of Playboy Bunnies.

Well. We don't all wear a ghillie suit

and creep around.

Question.

Did you send an assassin to track me

and the other members of Mission Sentinel?

If I sent a kill squad for you,

you would not be here

having this conversation.

Damn, Thomas,

we go back a long way.

Yeah, yep.

- Twenty-five years.

- That's right.

So, if you think I'm gonna stand here

and let you point your finger in my face,

you can go to straight to hell, Beckett.

Well, then tell me what's happening.

What's happening is David Simpson.

He's been in the game too long

and he had a meltdown.

And let me tell you something,

there is no conspiracy here.

I'm telling you what I know.

Well, tell me something, Colonel,

does this black-on-black work

ever wear you out?

Yeah, it does, when I think about it.

How's Brandon?

Sins of the father, I guess.

You've given up a lot for your country,

Master Guns.

Maybe it's time

you consider a change of venue.

You can have any job you want.

Because by far,

you are the best Marine I have ever known.

Gunshot came from my six.

Find him and shut him down.

Get me a location, Malik.

I'm on it.

God damn it, Thomas!

You've led him right to me.

If he's using a remote platform,

I'm not seeing it.

Got him, 2,600 meters out.

Missed, too far down range.

He's on the move,

headed southbound on the ridge-line.

Roger that, on my way.

I've got a visual on him

If you have a shot, take it.

That's a negative,

I'm in pursuit on the southbound trail.

F***.

Put the weapon down.

Don't do it!

Don't do it.

Vintage Remington 308.

Not the best for accuracy.

Blow his f***ing head off, Sarge!

Talk to me, Malik.

I'm getting a weak signal.

There's no signal with a remote, Brandon.

I've got the eastern side

of the ruins covered.

Roger that.

I'm gonna draw him out.

Watch for movement.

I'm on the scope, kid.

Waiting to get a vector on his position.

Give it up, Simpson! You're done!

This ends badly for you!

Any reading on that frequency yet, Malik?

I got it.

1,200 meters to the west, headed there now.

Isn't this fun?

Let's get to it, Junior!

I missed. He's still in play.

Remote platform's not here.

He must have scrambled the signal.

I'm on my way down.

What happened to you, Simpson?

They lied!

I read the reports.

No one ordered you to fire

on your own team.

It was an accident, friendly fire.

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