Sniper Page #3

- Got him.

Heading west.

Lost us.

Wrong. He's just doing

what he was trained to do.

He's circling our flank,

coming around us.

Gaining some ground.

He'll be waiting for us somewhere.

He'll know exactly where we are.

We have to take him out.

Taking a break?

Makes it sensitive.

Marries my finger to the trigger-break.

What are you gonna do, a pedicure next?

l guess some men are born to this work

and others aren't.

lt may be your career choice

but it ain't mine.

This career chooses the man.

Ain't the other way around.

Well, like l said-

- l have other plans.

- Yeah?

I had plans. Still do.

- What is it?

- l'm working on something back home.

Where are you from?

Montana. Boseman.

No sh*t? l went to university there.

Miller, don't jerk me off.

l'm not in the mood.

l'm not. Freshman and sophomore year.

l would have stayed longer

but skiing killed my grades.

l'll be damned.

You wouldn't happen to know

a little town called Livingston?

Sure.

Well...

there's a stream nearby,

up in the hills.

lt's, l don't know. What- three clicks

east of the interstate.

lf you follow that,

you come to this rock basin.

Like a quarry pit, but not as deep.

l found that when l was a kid.

Anyway, it's fed by

a tributary of the Madison.

And it's the best damned

steelhead fishing in the world.

l plan to go back there and-

l don't know.

Start a little fishing camp.

Guide operation. Whatever.

When's the last time you were there?

Couple years ago.

Damn it- "couple years ago.'

That whole area was leveled

seven years ago!

They got a high school there now!

Your pond is buried.

lt's a tennis court!

We're not talking about the same place.

You know we are,

whether you admit it or not.

Killing's all you got, isn't it?

What is it?

Something's wrong here.

God.

What kind of-

Who would do something like that?

l'd say the man you had

dead in your sights did this.

You don't know it was el Cirujano.

ProbabIy Alvarez's men. They probably

found out what the priest was doing.

He must have told them everything.

They're going to be waiting for us.

Maybe.

But if he told them everything,

why didn't they hit us here?

The hacienda's only three clicks away.

We should make our shots easy at dawn.

What? This mission is over.

Our contact is dead! All we do now

is get the hell out of here!

l've never turned back on a mission

in my life, and l ain't gonna start now.

Such gung-ho bullshit! Without the

specifics, it's a suicide mission !

They all are! l wouldn't be out here

unless l was ready to die!

We've got our location.

We've got our targets.

- And we got a time frame!

- You're out of your f***ing mind!

l'm not going!

l've had enough of your mewling!

Shut your f***ing mouth !

- l'm not going with you !

- The hell your aren't!

You have no choice!

-lt'll never work.

-We're going where they won't expect us.

Jar head. F***ing flag-top lifer.

We camp here.

We'll make our final approach

to the hacienda at dawn.

Wait a minute, okay?

Now, at the village you said we were

three clicks away from the hacienda.

That is three clicks.

We've been walking for miles.

We don't walk in straight lines.

Get some sleep.

l'll take the first watch.

Move out at 0400.

You sleep here.

Son of a b*tch! You used me as bait?

You were never really in any danger.

We're about 100 yards out.

This is our rendezvous point.

lf l don't show, you cross country

to the nearest river...

follow it downstream to the coast.

Whatever.

Hacienda, 12:
00.

The most logical position would be...

to take our shots from that tree line

over there.

But they're going to be expecting that.

So somehow, we gotta get in the clear

to make our shots.

When Ochoa arrives...

l figure we got ten seconds

after they greet...

and then we drop them.

Then we gotta fire

our shots simultaneously...

or they're gonna vector in

on our positions.

Here's Ochoa. He's yours.

There's a clear shot from that

metal utility shed. You got coverage.

That's your position.

l'll be on the other side

of the village.

We'll both be...

thousand yards out.

You listening, Miller?

Get below.

There better not be any doubt

about your shot this time.

One shot. One kill.

This ain't a f***ing game out here!

- You blow it, and l'll tear-

- You'll what?

You'll kill me?

Come on. Say it, Beckett.

You just get it right.

Son of a b*tch!

You lying bastard!

F***ing truck's blocking my shot.

What are you doing?

Where is he?

Oh, sh*t, Miller!

You're out in the open !

F***.

Sh*t! Miller, someone's seen you.

What are you doing?

Alvarez.

Ochoa.

Ten...

nine...

eight, seven-

Lady, move!

One.

One, Beckett! One!

Oh, sh*t.

- Did you get Ochoa?

- Yes, l got Ochoa.

What happened to you?

What were you doing in that barn?

lt doesn't matter. We gotta try and get

back and try and hit Alvarez after dark.

What, another shot? Are you crazy?

l got my kill. l'm out of this mission !

- There's still two targets left-

- You're the one who f***ed up.

You son of a b*tch.

He had the drop on you.

He had you in his crosshairs,

and l took him out.

F*** you ! I'm not ending up

on your f***ing key chain, Beckett.

Give it up, Miller!

You're losing it!

Pull it together.

Beautiful.

Miller, it's over.

l'm out of bullets.

Do it.

So come on and shoot me already.

You feel the rush?

l felt it.

l felt it when l had you

in my crosshairs.

After you pull the trigger...

when the rush is over...

it hurts, doesn't it?

The hurt you're feeling now

ain't the worst pain.

The worst thing...

is not feeling the hurt anymore.

You'll get past this.

You'll get by.

Hey...

you can still go home.

Get out of here.

l'll cover you.

Son, l'm getting you out of here.

Now go.

l'lI be right behind you.

Move it!

Tell me who you are.

Lee Harvey Oswald.

We've been looking for you.

You've hurt our cause.

F*** you and f*** your cause.

Well, all things come to he who waits.

Right, Beckett?

Long time no see.

See if there's any others.

Beckett and l are gonna have a long

talk. We'll hear about everything.

Everyone back to the hacienda.

Feel the trigger, sniper.

It'll be the last time.

Where'd you leave your partner?

Now, you targeted Ochoa,

a Colombian civilian.

ls the U.S. military now moving

against the Colombian cartel?

Thomas Beckett,

master gunnery sergeant...

United States Marine Corps.

l like your dedication, Beckett.

lt's a challenge.

Wake up!

Don't die on me yet, Beckett.

l'm just starting to have fun.

Wait.

Wait?

Please.

One shot, two kills.

One shot...

two kills.

A man...

in the organization-

- What?

- A man-

What?

Move.

We gotta go one click.

Can you make it?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Let's go.

One minute to rendezvous.

They better be there.

Take her down.

Beckett, go.

- Give me that rifle, l'll cover you.

- Go on! That's an order.

Let's go !

There's always Montana.

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