Tactical Force Page #5

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Found him tied up in our truck.

You call for help?

No. Radio's busted.

No phones, no keys.

Well, at least we stand

a fighting chance now.

Right. All right, I want all the equipment

stripped off those bodies.

Anything we can use,

put it here.

Search everything.

Somebody's gotta have

a goddamn phone. Got it?

- Got it.

- OK.

Move out.

Who the f*** you

say you were?

Freeze, motherf***er.

You make one sudden move

and I will totally f*** up a real nice suit.

Stand up.

Turn around. Slowly.

- What the f*** is that?

- What?

What the f*** is that?

It's what they're here for.

Set it down.

Easy.

All right.

Kick it over here.

I wouldn't do that.

Holy sh*t.

Put your f***ing hands up.

Wait...

Stand over here,

don't f***ing move.

OK, just wait, all right?

Just give me a second, OK?

You guys are making a big mistake here.

You're all gonna f***ing die

if you don't listen to me.

- This is what he was carrying right here.

- Oh sh*t.

This changes everything.

What did we recover?

A couple more rifles,

two pistols, a dozen magazines.

- Any comms, phones, anything?

- Negative.

Motherfuckers are smarter

than I thought.

Maybe we can use that

to bargain with these guys.

Do we want to negotiate

with these fucks?

- What do we got?

- Three cops, SWAT, armed.

- Up in there.

- Oh, and Kenny.

Yeah, bring me that f***er alive.

How you gonna get in?

I'll figure it out.

All right, the good news is,

we have what they want.

Bad news is,

we don't have no firepower.

That being said,

you guys grab the M4s,

- I'll take the -

- You're wasting your time here, OK?

Shut up!

We can't hold 'em off forever,

but we can hold 'em off for another round.

Hey! I know another

way outta here,

and I'll show you if you would just

listen to me for five seconds, OK?

What other choice

do you have, huh?

Tie that f***er up.

Ah, f***.

Ain't nothing here

but a dead end.

You're wasting my time.

More importantly,

you're pissing me off.

Yeah, I have that effect on people.

Look under the tarp.

Check it out.

Where does it go?

Away from here.

More specific, f***er.

Can you read?

It says right there - crash building.

About half a mile

away from here.

From there, there's a way

to the outside.

Yeah? How do we know you're not

gonna lead us directly to them?

We don't.

Beats standing

around here, though.

All right. Untie me.

- Bravo.

- Shut up. Shut up.

Go get my guys over here

and be quiet.

Hey, guys.

Man's a ninja.

Ladies first.

Which way?

This way.

I think. I don't know.

Uh, it's been a long time.

I don't remember.

- How do you know this?

- What?

Uh, I was stationed here.

Come on, let's go.

Get them in there now.

Hold up.

What is it?

I heard

something.

- Where?

- No, I didn't hear anything.

Back there.

All right, take him up ahead,

I'll check it out.

- All right, let's go.

- Watch that motherf***er.

Come on, boys, let's go, go, go!

Get the f*** in the hole.

And Kenny comes back to me alive,

you hear me? Alive.

I'll deal with that

little weasel myself.

All right, it's just up ahead.

We turn right, it's a dead end.

From there, there's a ladder

that leads up

to the crash building.

Don't move.

You're surrounded,

front and back.

Now drop all your hardware,

nice and slow.

I said drop 'em.

You got the jump on me

this time, sunshine.

- Ain't gonna happen again.

- Shut the f*** up.

I will have need of your services

in the future.

I only work for the family.

Where are the rest of them?

Down the tunnel,

in the crash room.

OK.

Ilya, off this cop.

- It's too bad.

- It is too bad for you.

Too bad you're not gonna get your hands

on that f***ing case.

What do you know about that?

I know Kenny

doesn't have it anymore.

Get the f*** out.

Yeah, that's what

I'm talking about.

Welcome to the party,

welcome to the party.

Hey, man.

This is mine! Ha!

Whoo!

- I believe somebody's missing.

- I left him with the Russians.

Hmm.

F*** it.

I got all I need right here.

What d'you say

we get out of here, huh?

What you got to say about that?

F*** you?

F*** me?

Let me explain

something to you... brah.

A little primer for where

we stand right about now.

See, I'm gonna go home,

have a big f***ing steak

and a nice piece of ass.

Then, I'm gonna soak

in the Jacuzzi

till I forget today

ever happened.

As for you, my friend,

you're going for a bullet to the head,

followed by a shallow grave.

You feel me? Huh?

What you got to say

about that?

Sounds like you got it

all figured out.

Yeah.

Except one thing.

Oh, what did I forget about? Hm?

Look in the case.

The case.

F***!

Where is it?

Where is it?!

He's bluffing.

Call him yourself, b*tch.

Hello?

- Where is it, man?

- Where is what?

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't f*** with me, man!

You know exactly

what the f*** I'm talking about.

The item is not

in the f***ing case.

I want every Russian dead on

this base, you understand me?

- It's done.

- Make it happen.

- Where's the item?

- I...

And don't-don't... don't bullshit me

anymore, man,

'cause I'm... I'm kinda topped off today,

you know what I'm saying?

I'm real out there right now,

and all I want...

I just want the f***ing item!

All right, it...

it was in the case not half an hour ago,

I swear.

OK, OK...

Really?

It was in the case,

I swear -

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- He's telling the truth.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- You're saying that this...

this maggot,

this lying piece of sh*t...

doesn't know the whereabouts of my

property? Is that what you're saying?

That's right. He doesn't know where it is.

My team leader took it.

This guy has nothing

to do with it.

Nothing, uh-uh.

OK, let me...

let me get this straight,

'cause I'm a...

I'm a little dyslexic

and sometimes I need sh*t repeated

on the account that I...

sometimes don't process things on the

first pass. You know what I'm saying?

Kenny here, Kenny...

'cause that's your name, right?

- Yeah, Kenny.

- Kenny, yeah, see,

Kenny presently does not know

the whereabouts of my property, yes?

- Yes.

- Yes, he knows where it is,

or yes, he doesn't know?

No, he...

He doesn't know where it is.

See, my brother?

I don't know where it is.

He's no use to me, then, is he?

How about you,

Miss... Jannard?

What do you know?

OK, I make you a deal, erm...

You tell me location

of the item and, uh,

I let you go. Final offer.

- What about my team?

- That is not up to me,

that is up to, er, Kobe Bryant

and his Italians.

Something tells me you've

lost your pull over them.

I know where it is.

Finally, somebody

knows something.

That's great.

- Isn't that great, Storato?

- Wonderful.

Yeah.

Except, uh, we got

a little problem, though.

See, the problem we have now

is that you, my esteemed officer,

you just saw me vaporize

Kenny's head here.

And you know that

that just might happen to you.

And you'll do whatever it takes

to save your own little bacon.

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