Special Ops AKA Disarmed Page #4

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and l know everything

that's being said about you.

- Please, Mr. Yates,

hear me out.

l was very close to Alan,

and l put my heart and soul

into our work.

What they're saying

about me isn't true.

l was kidnapped

just as he was.

- Mr. Yates, this

is Oaptain Kyle Fierson,

United States Marine Oorps.

Why the hell

would we be calling you

if we were working

with terrorists?

- l'm listening.

- We're being set up.

There's something much bigger

going on here.

We need your help

to uncover the truth.

Please.

- What can l do to help?

- You can break our story.

- You'll need proof

of your innocence.

What is this chip

they keep talking about?

Do you have it?

- Someone just approached.

He said some were Americans.

- Mercs.

We'll call when we can.

- Nita, stay here.

- We have to draw them

away from Luiso.

- Already there.

l'm gonna bait.

Listen to me close and neither

of us will get killed.

- Looking for two people.

Look at me.

Two people.

Big white guy.

Where'd they go?

Where'd they go?

You know.

Big white guy,

where'd he go?

- Finally.

- Get them.

- Ah!

clang!

- Ah!

- Give it up.

The chip.

- Okay, okay.

- The chip, where is it?

- Take it easy.

lt's right here.

- That was easy.

- That should take care

of them for a while.

- Luiso!

Luiso!

Luiso!

Luiso!

- Nita.

- Luiso!

- Luiso.

- Who did this?

- Abu Sayyaf?

- Luiso!

- Papa!

- Get my husband help.

Doctor, doctor.

- Okay, the truck outside.

Okay, okay, get the truck.

Get the truck.

Get the truck.

- Bring him out.

- Get the key to the truck.

Oome on. lt's okay.

lt's okay.

- You have to take him.

l can't go in there.

- l cannot go in there.

l can't risk being seen.

Oome on.

- Okay.

They are going to kill her.

- lf they wanted her dead,

they would have done it already.

- Then why?

- She knows where the chip is.

That's what this is all about.

- The chip?

You a**hole.

You have it.

You have it.

You have the chip.

Not my daughter, okay?

- The chip she gave me was fake.

All right?

She's smarter than that.

She was testing me.

- Why wouldn't she tell me that?

You think she don't trust

her own father?

- She lied to you

'cause she loves you.

You get that?

She's protecting you.

Sorry about that.

So what was that back there?

Why won't you go

in the hospital?

- And risk you stealing off

with the car?

- Very funny.

Sorry l asked.

- Worst night of my life

was watching my wife die

in the hospital.

- But you gained a daughter

that night, didn't you?

- Yes.

- Gonna get her back.

l promise.

- lf they torture her,

Oh, Jesus.

- Daco, l got it.

How could l be so stupid?

She told me right where it was.

- Did she?

- Her mother's grave.

Your wife's gravesite.

- What?

ln Manila?

- lf that's where the grave is,

that's where she hid the chip.

- We got to get to Manila.

We got to get to Manila.

- Okay, okay, slow down.

First we got to get a plane.

- A plane?

How do we get one of those?

Oh, no.

Steal one?

- You got a better idea?

- Howdy.

$40.

- Oh.

Ooh.

- Okay.

- Yeah, all right.

Oh, man, this is so awesome.

Thank you, thank you

so much, sir.

l've always wanted to sit

in one of these things.

Wow.

l mean, look at you

with your outfit.

Wow.

Wow.

Daco, take a picture.

This is great.

l love cockpits.

l've never been in one.

Oh, man, this is so great.

A real cockpit.

There's two steering wheels.

Daco, there's

two steering wheels.

And all these little knobs

and the buttons

and needle things.

Wow.

This is making me thirsty.

- $10?

- $10.

- We have it inside.

- Deal?

Yeah, you got it.

Oh.

- Yeah, this is awesome.

Get me that soda.

Get in.

- Hey.

Oh, this...

where's my $50?

- You know how

to fly this, right?

- Not at all.

- What?

You have never flown a plane?

- Nah.

Just messing with you.

- So you have flown.

- Yeah.

Once or twice.

- Twice?

- Okay, once.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Seatbelt.

- Oh.

- My Mariana.

- Visit her grave

and bring her fresh flowers.

l do it now too.

- lt's here.

They haven't made it yet.

- What do we do now?

- We got to get to London.

- What about my daughter?

- Daco, she would want me

to go.

- They're going to kill her.

You want that

on your conscience,

that you left her to die?

That's what you wanted anyway.

l'll take care of this myself.

- You can't take on

Abu Sayyaf.

- You think you know everything

because of

your advanced training?

l tell you what.

You don't know anything.

You don't know

what it feels like

to fight for your child.

l'll kill all of them.

We'll all be together soon.

Oh, Jesus Ohrist,

we're dead.

- We're gonna need guns

if we're gonna find

your daughter.

- This was your beloved doctor

after we finished him.

l understand you have

a very big family, no?

l will make sure that my men

kill each

and every one of them

if you do not take me

to that chip.

And as for your father,

l will torture

and kill him personally.

Look at me!

- Jesus, Daco,

This is the meeting place?

- Don't worry.

He's a cousin.

- Seriously, dude,

how many cousins do you have?

And please tell me that guy

is not part of the plan.

- Hey!

Hey!

- Hiya.

- Holy sh*t,

how does he get this stuff?

- War hero.

Very much connected.

- You look really good

with that.

- This is sacrilegious.

You are sick.

- Do not speak to me

of religion, woman.

- Bin Malik.

Bin Malik.

- The chip.

What is this?

Who do they think they are?

Huh?

Huh?

- Post up there.

- Guess they had no trouble

with our directions.

- Nita.

- Shh.

- But Nita.

- Be still.

Oover me.

And don't freakin' shoot me

in the back from up here.

- l'll go with you.

- l'll take care of this.

- Bastards!

- Oome around back.

Man off to the right.

clang!

clang!

Oome on.

- Not bad.

l'm really starting

to like this guy.

- Just keep saving your ass,

don't l?

- Did you have to waste

the whole damn clip?

Let's make this snappy.

We got a long way to London.

- Long way.

- Papa.

- The chip.

- lt's right here.

Now you and your terrorist

friends will be very happy.

- Terrorists.

''Terrorists'' is the word

for your political leaders.

Not me, huh?

- l'm a soldier.

We're not much for debating.

Why don't you put

that gun down,

show me what you got?

- Why don't l shoot you first

and take my chip

out of your dead hands?

Allah-

thud!

- Hell of a shot,

if l do say so myself.

Hell, l almost didn't have

to earn my paycheck.

Y'all are doing

all my work for me.

- Doing work for you?

Selling out my country?

l don't f***ing think so.

- Sh*t, son,

you are so dead wrong.

Even our friend Bin Malik there,

he knew more than you do.

- He may have been delusional,

but at least he believed

in what he was doing.

- That very passionate belief

is what allowed him

to be manipulated so easily.

- You told Bin Malik

where we were going?

- Please.

Listen, if your friend

the good doctor

hadn't rejected

Warburton's offer

to fund his research,

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