Sniper: Special Ops Page #4

And with the baby and all,

I just put her out of sight

in the back.

We continued on to Wildside,

then this happened.

Hmm.

That's one hell of a story,

Specialist.

It's all true.

It's just a camera.

We won't hurt you. That's it.

Tell her.

Well?

It's very hard to interpret.

She speaks one of

the minor languages.

Sansi, I think.

Very hard to make out.

Great.

Well, she knows

we'll help her,

or she wouldn't have flagged

Specialist Tyler down.

Conrad, go back

to the other vehicle

and go get her

some food and water.

What?

You found your way

on this mission.

Now you're part of it.

Now move your ass.

Let's go.

- Sergeant Jennings?

- Yeah.

Your nickname is Detroit

because you're good

with cars, right?

That's the rumor.

Get your butt under

this Deuce-and-a-half,

find the problem so we can

get the hell out of here.

- I'm on it.

- I'll help you.

Bashir?

Why didn't you

tell us about her?

Sergeant, there are

many like her.

I didn't think it was

of any real importance.

All I could think of

was helping Mr. Tyler.

Now, is there anything else

that you have failed

to mention to me?

No, sir.

I am very sorry.

Wow. There's enough gas and ammo

in here to blow us all to hell.

Or start a small war.

- Is something wrong?

- I can't find the MREs.

Thanks.

That was some crazy stunt

you pulled, Miss Conrad.

Why would you do

a thing like that?

Pearls don't lie on

the seashore, Detroit.

If you want one,

you gotta dive for it.

This one?

Yeah, that's it.

Hey.

I feel kind of naked out here.

You mind sharing?

I shouldn't,

but under the circumstances,

here.

Thanks.

How's it going?

Nothing yet.

You give 'em to her.

You're less threatening.

Less threatening?

Yeah, you're a lot

less threatening.

Now put that away and don't

shoot yourself and jinx us.

You're getting your very own

article out of this, Sergeant.

I can't wait.

I happen to be

an expert marksman.

Can you say the same?

Jake. How'd it go?

Good for now.

What's the short of it,

Jennings?

We got a problem.

Not that short.

Can you fix it?

I think so.

I gotta swap out a section of

this line and see if it'll hold.

And that's it? You'll be done?

Maybe. I won't know until

I do it and then I test it.

ETA.

I gotta cut out

the old line first

and then I'll know more.

Better have some

good news for us soon.

I'd hate to have to

blow this truck up.

I'm doing my best.

We know, son.

Just get it done, Jennings.

We gotta get outta here.

Okay, Bashir.

Let's try this one more time.

Yes, Sergeant.

How's it going back here?

We're doing fine.

I think she trusts me.

Good, because I need you

to check her out

medically and otherwise.

Make sure she's okay before

we take her into Wildside.

I'll give it a shot.

I don't have

any experience at this.

You.

Make her understand.

I don't care if you have

to act it out or what.

Yes, sir.

Don't call me "sir. "

I work for a goddamn living.

Get in the truck.

Got it.

Well?

I gotta cut a piece of line,

replace this.

Don't look like much.

You'd be surprised how much

trouble a little part can cause.

Well, don't let me

stop you, Jennings.

Get it done.

- I'll help you cut it.

- I got a saw on the truck.

Sergeant?

Yeah.

The lady wants you.

Okay.

Yeah, what's up?

Thought you ought to see this.

This is bad.

Hmm. She been whipped.

No wonder she wanted

to get away.

Probably punishment

for something.

Any sign of infection?

Not that I could see.

All right.

Well, just do what you can,

then, uh, check the baby out,

make sure he's okay.

And you, wait here with her,

all right?

- Of course.

- In the truck.

How's our guest?

Pretty rough.

Someone whipped

the hell out of her,

but nothing a little time

won't heal, I guess.

I guess maybe Tyler did

the right thing after all.

Maybe. Maybe not.

One thing he was right about:

We are sitting ducks out here.

Contact!

Heads up!

Go. Get down.

How many you think there are?

Not enough to rush us.

Not yet anyway.

Jennings, Tyler, sitrep!

- A-okay!

- Good to go!

Conrad!

All good.

Reload!

Up!

Get back here.

- Vasquez!

- Let me go!

Stay put.

What are you trying to do,

get yourself killed?

You do realize we're sitting

on a powder keg here.

One wild shot hits those

explosives back there, boom!

V, I've gotta make it

to that Deuce-and-a-half.

I'm gonna bring it back here

as a shield for this truck.

That's suicide, Vic.

Jennings!

I gotta make it to your truck

and bring it back here.

Sergeant, let me go.

Are you sure you can bring the

truck back alongside this truck?

I can try.

We'll give as much

cover fire as we can.

- Roger that.

- Tyler!

You got any smoke grenades

in the back?

- Negative, Sarge!

- All right, Jennings.

Run like the wind, boy.

Ready?

- Yeah.

- Three, two, one, go!

Run, run, run!

Jennings!

- I'm moving up.

- Go, go!

Get in the truck.

Tyler!

Reloading!

I need a mag!

Heads up!

Good work, Jennings.

All right, Conrad.

Let's get baby-mama

transferred over.

Roger that.

What about me, Mosby?

You can still drive, right?

Hell yeah, I can.

All right.

For now, get your weapon

and put some cover fire

on that hillside.

Roger that.

Keep your head down.

Hey, V, I need you to set

a demo charge on Tyler's truck.

Use the remote detonators,

and we'll blow it when we're

on the road out of here.

Come on!

We're getting out of here.

You stay here.

I'll get up there,

and I'll pull you up.

You got that?

You wait here.

I go first, okay?

You're welcome.

Get ready.

Conrad!

Check on Conrad.

Vasquez, med kit now!

You okay?

It's just my side.

I think it's just grazed.

Heads up.

Why did it have

to be like this?

You'd be long gone by now

if it wasn't for me.

No.

I'm right where

I'm supposed to be.

Your family...

must worry about you a lot, huh?

Ha. I wouldn't know.

Oh.

Sometimes it's good

not to know, I guess.

Works for me.

Why are you doing this for me?

I don't know, man. You kinda

remind me of my little brother.

He always tried to do his best.

I'm just doing mine.

He's gone now?

Yeah, Desert Storm.

I'm sorry my best

wasn't good enough.

If a man does his best,

what else is there?

We're all set.

This thing blows, there won't be

nothing left but the tires.

Good.

What happened here?

Miss Conrad there

decided she wanted to earn

herself a Purple Heart.

Didn't do this on purpose.

Let's keep that blood pressure

down until I stop this bleeding.

- Hey, Sergeant?

- Yeah.

Help a girl out?

My camera.

Sure.

Don't forget to spell my name

right in the photo credits.

What exactly is your name?

Victor.

Victor?

Victor Thomas Mosby.

I'll remember that.

Okay.

It sure got quiet

all of a sudden.

Yup.

Like somebody flipped a switch.

Wonder why.

You think it was

seeing Miss Conrad?

Nope.

They shot her easy enough.

You think it's her?

I do, V.

When they saw her,

it was all over.

But why?

I don't know.

But I'm sure she does.

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