Tactical Force Page #6

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See, that's what I hate

about torture.

When a man's in too much pain

and is too scared,

just wants it all to stop...

he'll say anything... anything...

to make it stop.

And a confession made

under duress is useless.

As you are to me.

We have to get to those doors.

Listen to me very carefully.

I am here to kill everybody

who draws breath.

- Cut me loose, damn it.

- What?!

You're outnumbered without me.

Give me a gun, for f***'s sake.

I can promise you one thing - you come out

from behind that van right now,

I will quickly and painlessly

kill every last one of you.

It'll be humane and you

won't feel a f***ing thing.

Give me a f***ing gun.

If you decide to resist me,

- I will lay my hands upon you.

- Do it.

- Do it.

- I will kill you in the longest,

slowest, most painful way possible.

F*** me and I will kill you.

I'll rip your goddamn guts out.

Sounds like good deal.

Sounds like

good deal!

All right, that's enough.

I know where it is.

I'll take you to it. Just let her go.

You wait your turn, partner.

I'm gonna get to you.

I'm not gonna stand here

and watch you kill her.

Why not? Hmm?

You got something

better to do... Hunt?

Hey, I don't give a sh*t

about that item.

I'll take you to it.

Where is it?

In the tunnel.

You look like you're

telling me the truth.

That's because I am.

OK.

Go get it.

Storato, go with him.

- Promise you won't kill her.

- Move!

When I get my hands

on that ebony Italian

I'm gonna squeeze

the f***ing life out of him.

- Me first.

- Of course.

I have you cornered

and you're outgunned.

You got 60 seconds, and it don't make

no difference to me, you're dead either way.

Listen to me, this thing ain't armored.

When those guys unload,

they'll turn this thing into Swiss cheese

along with us behind it.

That's if they don't light off

the gas tank first.

What do you suggest?

Where are the keys

to the truck?

Yeah, get this piece of sh*t

outta here.

I'm tired of the stink.

Come on, Mike Hunt,

how much farther?

My name is Tony,

and it's right up there,

about 40 feet.

Then go and get it.

I'll stay here.

And stay where

I can see you!

Five seconds!

Three seconds!

Two seconds!

One second!

Shoot! Shoot, God damn it!

Fire!

Get back in the van!

Go, move it!

Go ahead, toss it over.

OK, I done my part.

Now, is your boss gonna

let my team go?

You know what? Knowing him,

I'm gonna say, uh, no. F***, no.

Sorry, pal, life is tough.

Even tougher

when you're stupid.

And a stupid cop

doesn't have a chance.

Now toss it over.

- Get 'em off my back!

- Ilya!

I hope you know

what you are doing!

What's taking

them so long?

F*** you!

Does anybody carry

a cell phone anymore?

You move, you die.

Drop it.

Well, well, well.

Looks like you got the upper hand

now, Mr. Policeman.

Look what else I got.

Too bad it's heading

for an evidence locker.

Get your ass over here.

Move.

Now I really hope you know

what you are doing!

Hang on!

What the f***?!

Hey, Tate, you made it.

Hey, drop it!

- We got bigger problems.

- Like what?

Come on!

Get 'em out of here!

Tate, got something in the truck

that might help us out.

Please tell me it ain't Daisy.

No, no, no. Cover me.

Come on!

What the f*** is that?

I call this one Martha,

after my grandma.

M203 grenade launcher.

When did we start issuing those?

Uh, we haven't.

Highly explosive round,

impact detonated.

Five-meter kill,

Well, shoot the goddamn thing!

I need a line.

All right.

Eat my grandma!

Ha! Yeah, boy!

Yes, very impressive.

Now... drop the f***ing gun.

OK, stop there, turn around.

On your knees.

Ilya, go get the beige Italian.

Remind me not to save your ass

next time.

You save your own as well.

Now, who has item?

All right, you got what you want.

Let us go, we'll call it even.

Oh, I'm sorry, that is not the way it works

in my line of business.

Just want to say something.

Can I say something?

- Yeah, I think you just did.

- You're a f***ing f*ggot.

Just want to get that off my chest

before I check out.

Clever last words.

Ilya, off these f***ers.

You can't do it yourself?

F***ing Russian dope.

Huh? P*ssy?

Chickenshit motherf***er!

Gunfire.

Gunfire.

Oy!

Yeah.

There you are.

Was just about

to send for you.

I'll take that,

f*** you very much.

Do I have to tell you to kneel?

Now... it's been fun...

but I gots to go...

and y'all got to die.

And like you, f*ggot, I'm gonna have

my man do the honors.

Wait.

What?

Remember that speech back in the hangar

about killing us all humanely?

- What of it?

- I got a last request.

Do I look like the type

to grant a last request?

All right, make it quick.

I gotta get home to the kids.

- Yo! Uh-uh-uh!

- It's cool man, it's cool.

What the f***?

Earplugs. Allow me and my team

to wear them. It's my last request.

You're worried about your hearing

at this point?

Safety first, all the way to the end, huh?

Good boy.

You do realize that

where you're going

you don't have to worry about your hearing,

right? I'm-I'm just saying.

Whatever, man,

do your thing.

Oh sh*t!

You can run

but you can't hide, sunshine.

Come on, motherf***er.

Time to die, pig.

Told you, motherf***er.

Man, the Chief is gonna sh*t.

What are you guys gonna do

with the rest of your lives?

Well, I've been hanging

to do a little river fishing.

Probably a campus security job

opening somewhere.

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear they're looking for security

at the galleria.

Hmm?

- You know, mall.

- Hmm.

This ain't over, f***ers!

I'll see you dead - all three of y'all.

Don't sleep.

I just want to say, for the record,

I am not with this man.

Shut the f*** up.

Hey, aren't those the guys

who were reaching for their gun

and got themselves shot?

Mayor says the city is thinking of

throwing a parade in your honor.

In memory of Blanco, as well.

I don't think I need to tell you

how important a find

the contents of that case were,

and the fact that it's

off the streets for good.

Thank you, sir.

It's an honor to serve.

There's one problem, though.

What's that?

Is he on his way?

Good.

Got a complaint from the Feds.

They say you roughed up

one of their agents.

That classroom instructor?

Sir, that guy was a clown.

He didn't know the first thing

about SWAT operations.

Seriously, Chief,

the guy was a blowhard.

I can vouch for that,

he was a total blowhard.

Come in.

- What the f***?

- Hey, guys.

Allow me

to introduce Agent -

- Kenny?

- No, no, no. Kenny is just my handle.

You guys don't have the security clearance

to get my real name.

- But I saw you die.

- No, no, no.

You saw... what I wanted you to see.

You f***ing morons.

You should have seen their faces.

- I picked your brains out of my hair.

- Did you?

What the hell's going on, Chief?

What's going on is that, once again,

you cowboys are standing

on your own d*cks.

Except for you, Officer Jannard.

It's physically impossible for you

to stand on your own.

You gonna let me in on the deal,

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