Sniper: Special Ops Page #3

Let's call a truce.

I'm sure we can find a happy

balance, don't you think?

You haven't even

gotten to know me yet.

Oh, I think I know you

pretty well.

Let's see.

Spoiled little rich girl.

Probably went to Harvard,

Yale, Princeton.

Mount Saint Agnes.

Oh, Mount Saint Agnes. Close.

Uh, you got some heavy hitters

in your background.

The kind of folks

that can push along

your little career in NATO

to get you exactly where

you want to be fast.

I'm guessing you're probably

somebody's daughter,

granddaughter...

Niece.

Niece!

Admiral Willett's.

Oh, even better.

That's outstanding.

Admiral.

Well, the admiral must not

be too fond of you

if he sent you here.

You kidding me?

I begged for this assignment.

But your colonel

keeps smothering me.

Now it wouldn't do for

the lieutenant colonel

to allow you to get your ass

shot up on his watch.

Can you blame him?

Well, no, but I didn't fly

all the way out here

just to photograph some

soldiers washing their skivvies

and playing horseshoes.

Hmm.

I have to ride along

on a mission.

I see. I feel your pain.

But that is not my call.

Now, ma'am,

if you will excuse me,

I've got some skivvies to wash.

It's funny.

My girl back home

is always ragging on me.

Stress of all this makes her

kind of crazy, you know?

So yesterday

I get this letter from her.

Not a phone call,

just an old-fashioned letter.

Says she found someone new.

Someone who could

be there for her.

Someone who wasn't

halfway around the world.

Didn't think this day

could get any worse,

and then this happens.

I mean,

what are the chances, right?

Listen, man, you're gonna get

a Silver Star out of this

when it's all over,

and you'll have all

the girlfriends you want.

Yeah, right.

Sergeant,

Jackson wants to see you.

- He send you to look for me?

- That's the memo.

Damn.

Stand by.

Never waste a good cigar.

Colonel.

Gents, we got an update on

what happened to our resupply.

This is Bashir.

He's a terp from Renegade.

Seems Bashir and a specialist

by the name of Tyler

were on one

of the supply trucks.

Escort hits an IED ambush

followed by a ground attack.

Bashir and Tyler take off

cross-country in the truck.

They reach a point

about eight clicks from here.

Truck breaks down.

Bashir dismounted,

walked the rest of the way in

to bring us the information.

What's the current status?

Well, Specialist Tyler

seems to think

that it's a relatively

minor mechanical problem,

something like

a broken fuel line.

He's standing security there,

but he can't call for help.

No radio in the truck.

Well, QRF from Renegade

should be handling that.

Yeah, and maybe they haul

his truck back to Renegade.

We need that fuel and ammo

more than they do right now.

So I want you to get out there,

find that truck,

help Tyler get it fixed

and roll it back here.

Take Vasquez, take Jennings.

Bashir will show you the way.

Any questions?

- I got one, sir.

- Yeah?

What about Abdul Azim Abad?

What about him?

He's on our top ten

hit list of bad guys,

and he's operating in that AO.

How do you know that?

Folks talk in their sleep, sir.

Look, you might as well know.

When Congressman Cooper came

up here, he had an agenda.

The whole idea was to prove

that all our efforts

are just a big waste

of time and money.

He insisted on visiting an

isolated or abandoned village,

and we only had

one of those in our AO.

- Matubahk.

- Yeah.

Now you get out there

and find that truck.

Yes, sir.

Vic.

JR?

If you can't get

that truck rolling,

pull what cargo you can

and blow the rest in place.

We got very little time

and a lot to do.

Roger that, sir.

Let's go, guys.

Jake?

I'm burning up, man.

I know.

Listen, I gotta go.

You're not leaving me, are you?

No. I'm going to get

Doc's med pack and some water.

Use this. Just don't

shoot the wrong guys.

Roger that.

All right.

I'll just wait right here.

I haven't been out this way

in almost a year.

Looks like a great place

for an ambush.

Hardly anybody

uses it anymore.

It turns into a dirt road

just up ahead.

Let's just try not to hit any

IEDs while we're out here, huh?

Yeah, you got it.

- I don't like it.

- How's that?

Convoy gets hit

by a IED ambush,

and the one vehicle

that has all the munitions

and supplies that we need

goes all Evel Knievel

and escapes,

but breaks down

before it can get to us.

You think maybe

this is a setup?

I don't know, V.

Maybe.

Hey, look.

I don't see our boy Tyler yet,

so don't get too close.

Go ahead, stop.

Bashir.

You know Specialist Tyler,

right?

Yes, Sergeant.

Go ahead and walk on out there

and call his name.

Excuse me?

About halfway

between here and there.

We'll cover you.

As you wish.

Go on.

Be ready, boys.

He seems awfully jumpy.

I might be too.

Yeah. Point taken.

Mr. Tyler?

Huh?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

This is perfect.

Get back in the truck.

This is what I came here for.

Don't you try to stop me now.

I'll wring your scrawny

little neck.

Sounds like fun, but I don't

think my uncle would like it.

Stay behind me.

Mr. Tyler, are you still here?

Freeze right where you are!

Hands behind your head!

It's me, Bashir.

I brought help.

Hey, Bashir, buddy.

I didn't know who it was

at first. Sorry, man.

I was kind of a sitting duck

out here right now, you know?

I understand completely.

All right,

let's get on with this.

Brother, am I glad

to see you boys.

Need a hand, Specialist Tyler?

Need a fuel line.

What makes you think

it's a fuel line?

Well, I'm out of gas,

and I shouldn't be.

Might be a hole in the tank,

but I didn't see one.

She turns over okay?

Yeah. No, everything's in

perfect working order, except...

- You're out of gas.

- Right.

I got more gas than I need in

the back of the truck, but...

not gonna do anyone

any good there.

All right. Let's go

take a look, Jennings.

Do you mind?

Could you guys shake hands

again? One more time.

Oh, that's so good.

All right, Jennings,

get us out of here ASAP.

I'll figure it out.

Oh, dear God.

Just about to tell you

about her.

Yeah, that too.

Specialist Tyler...

could I have a word

with you in private?

Absolutely.

All right, Specialist,

lay it on me.

Well, I lost my escort

around 0400 hours.

I was lucky to have gotten

around the lead vehicle,

so I went off-road.

Figure that's where I

picked up the damage.

Radio took a hit.

About an hour after sunup,

she comes running out

in the middle of the road.

I almost ran her over.

She, uh, hit the ground

pretty hard, so I stopped.

She was a wreck, Sergeant.

She was crying,

begging for help.

Bashir said she wasn't

making any sense,

and that's when we discovered

she had that baby hidden there.

Anybody chasing her?

No, I mean,

not that we could see.

I don't even know

where she came from.

There's not a lot

back in these hills.

That's all?

That's it.

I mean, you know,

without a radio in the truck,

I didn't know what to do.

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