Soldiers Of Fortune Page #3

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Oh, thanks!

What're you doing?

Idiot.

You know,

I lost twenty-million dollars

when Lehman Brothers

collapsed on Wall Street.

Sucker

Ch, yeah?

Screw you, too, banker.

Screw you, too, game boy.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Simmer

down! Simmer down now, boys.

Take it easy, big fella.

How about we have a party

to celebrate you two

losing your cherries.

I agree.

Don't mind if I do. Thank you.

Cheers.

- Here's mud in your eye.

Was she that pretty, Sam?

Yeah, well, whatever she was,

she's probably a grandmother by now.

Here's to good living!

And a quick death.

- Cheers, Sam.

Champagne, sir?

Thank you.

I bet you I kill more

bad guys than you do.

Make it a hundred grand and you're on.

A hundred thousand? Deal.

I bet a million bucks

you both get blue balls.

Neither of you are man

enough to kill a man for real.

It's a draw.

I hate a party when I'm not invited.

Let 'em have their fun.

We're getting paid, aren't we?

You know, those bastards are right.

Their bodyguards do need to train.

You look like an angel. An

angel when you're dancing, angel.

How is your hedge fund?

Fine.

Why do you ask?

Nothing.

L just heard some rumors, that's all.

You know, how when the tide

goes out, the wrecks get exposed?

Nonsense.

Hey!

- Videoboy!

Damn. We're being attacked!

Let's make a run for it.

Gentlemen! Your throats

have all been cut.

Sorry to interrupt your party,

but, after all, you did say that

your bodyguards do need to train.

Thank you, bodyguards.

Now at least we know who

the most vulnerable are.

Vanderbeer and Sin will be

killed on our first contact.

Grim doesn't stand much of a chance.

And, uh, Haussmann and St. John,

I don't see them lasting very long.

Thank you, gentlemen.

If anybody is interested,

training begins

at oh-six-hundred.

That's, like, six in

the morning, isn't it?

Do you think your adrenalin

junkies will show up?

If they don't, let's just go home.

I got a bad feeling

about this op, anyway.

Oh, sh*t.

What happened to your lady?

I, uh, I sent her away.

It's time for business.

What about you? Huh? What

did you do with your valet?

I, uh, gave him a vacation.

He's been asking for, uh, well, years.

All right, let's get started.

Drop and give me fifty.

Drop!

There you go, boys. Kiss that anthill.

Come on, Grim! Come

on, Grim! Let's move it.

Come on, kick ass! Let's go, Vanderbeer.

Now, Haussmann, get your ass

over that wall. Let's go! Come on!

Move it! Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

Move your ass! Move your ass!

Come on, Haussmann, move your

ass! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

What's that noise?

What are you doing?

What the hell is that?

Is that a phone?

Hey, Alma. What did you do now?

Hang up that phone! Hang up that phone!

Uh, I'll call you back.

You do that again, I'll kill

you myself. Come on! Move it!

You're moving like a senior citizen.

Come on, Vanderbeer. Your

valet's not here to do it for you.

Work with your bodyguards.

Protect the money!

Hello?

- Another cell phone addict?

You're all dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!

Pathetic! Pathetic!

Now, gentlemen, the rules are simple.

Protect your ag at all costs,

and capture theirs.

And try to work together as a team.

Shoot at anyone with a green armband.

Vanderbeer, you stay in the

bunker and protect the ag.

St. John, Sin, you ank left.

Me and Haussmann will ank right.

All, right.

Let's see what you wealthy

warriors are made of.

What is wrong with you?

You must obey my orders.

Since when is this your command?

- Since now.

I am the one with the most

military experience here.

Son,

just because you peddle a lot of

guns to a bunch of tin-pot dictators,

that don't make you our leader.

- Don't call me "son," old man.

You're not my father.

- How do you know?

I should be in charge!

My last game, War Whore,

sold fifty-million units.

That's five-zero.

- So what?

My great great uncle was a

general in two World Wars.

I should be in command.

- Oh, wow, your uncle was in a war.

That must mean you're

an incredible warrior.

Look, that makes no sense.

Why don't we take off these helmets

and I'll punch you in the throat?

I'm not obeying a virgin.

- Who are you calling a virgin?

You've never killed a man, have you?

That's what men are made

for. Fighting, not f***ing.

Maybe I'll shoot you

just to pop my cherry.

You just try it. And I'll

cut your bourgeois throat.

Come on, try it.

Excuse me, ladies.

Hey, where are you going?

I've got nothing to

prove to you pussies.

I signed up for a fight.

Ah! Not my face!

Now, that's what I

call a hostile takeover.

You know the only rule in

life? You've got to win.

We won!

We're dead, but we won!

Come on, come on! Through the tires

Come on! Come on! Move it!

All right.

Come on! Come on! Come

on! Come on! Keep moving!

No, no. Right in there.

I know you've got a

bum leg. I don't care!

I don't care. You signed

up for this, didn't you?

Get through there. Hop over it.

There you go.

All right. Good.

Come on, Grim! Come

on, Grim! Let's move it!

Let's see why they call

you the killer. Let's go!

Cover the money!

Good. Good.

Game over.

Gentlemen,

tomorrow we leave for Snake

Island. For your own safety,

all of your personal possessions

are now going to be collected.

Place them in this bag.

Anything you can think of

hat can be used to

positively identify you.

Cell phones, documents, wallets.

You're not taking anything with you.

Until our mission is complete

you will have no names.

Come on, move it, Vanderbeer.

Put your cell phone in there.

Now get some shut eye. We

leave at oh-five-hundred.

How long until we take off, Captain?

As soon as we're done

loading the weapons.

All right, guys, let's

keep loading up boxes.

Hurry up! Move it! Move it!

Aw! Come on, kid.

Five minutes to landing.

- Roger that.

We've got a problem, buddy.

I hear you. Where's it coming from?

Okay, take her out. Fire!

Beautiful.

Craig, it's getting hot!

What the hell is going on, Captain?

She said this shoreline

was safe. Lying b*tch!

Give them a scare. Fire!

Look who we have here.

Again!

Spin the wheel!

I know how we can beat the system.

What are you talking about?

The shells take five seconds to arrive.

The fire-control computer projects

target movement five seconds ahead.

If you zigzag fast enough

you can beat the computer.

All right, Mike. Zigzag.

Zigzag. Head for the coast.

Head for the coast!

Port-side boat. Fire!

Mike!

Mike!

Get down. Get down!

Okay, grab whatever gear you can

and take cover in those rocks.

Come on! Come on!

Welcome to Snake Island, gentlemen.

You may never leave.

Come on, come on! Move

it! Move it! Move it!

Fire.

God damn!

That'll pucker your rear end.

Any injuries?

- No.

This is Tommy Sin.

Didn't I say no cell phones?

And you, how much are you getting?

What are they paying

you? My friends are dead!

Grimaud Tourneur does

not sell people out.

Well, then how did you

know about that cannon?

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