The Gunman Page #2

The latest reports

from the Democratic Republic of Congo,

where the unclaimed assassination

of the Minister of Mining

has triggered violent confrontations

in the capital city of Kinshasa.

Across the country, clashes between

government forces and rebels,

along with indiscriminate raids

on civilian populations,

have started again

with rising intensity.

A country already crippled by corruption

in a decade of civil war

descends even further into chaos.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Hey!

Hey!

Customs released the humanitarian

aid cargo yesterday,

so we've just received this new shipment

of rice, canned food, and medical supplies.

We need to extend our storage space

and we're running a little short

on lumber, but it's not a problem.

We've also received the water pumps

that Jim asked for,

so he can now finish

setting up the water wells.

Jim, you're up, but you know this meeting

is for department heads only.

Oh. Forgive the liberty.

Eugene's my chainman.

We are loading up on the remaining

pipe today, 150 feet of joint,

push on, hit our mark on well bore

NLT this evening.

As you were. No later than this evening.

- We have CBM information?

- Eugene.

Sitrep. Coal bed methane rating

is below standard

and presents no risk of contamination

to the groundwater bed.

But lots of clean water for my people.

Thank you.

I got a couple of teenagers back home

I'd like you to spend some time with.

Jim has many qualities, but we still have

a security issue. Regarding surfing.

Jim, come on. You've been here

for over a year now.

You know security protocol

apply to all staff.

Is that a new shirt?

Sorry. It's very pretty.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- I'll pull it away.

Okay, just...

Jim!

Eugene, stop.

- Are there any more?

- No.

Are you okay? Eugene, are you okay?

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Okay, Eugene, listen to me,

you did the right thing.

You hear me? You did the right thing.

And now you're gonna do more, okay?

Come on. Get all of our people back

to the compound.

Tell Camille to lock down

all projects and all AOs.

I'm gonna send a cab

back to the compound.

Have security just throw my ruck

over the wall. Nobody goes outside.

Then, tomorrow, when it's safe,

have all the nationals reabsorb

into the community,

go to emergency evac plan

for the expats.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- Are the keys in the Rover?

- Yeah. Sure.

Okay. Give that to security.

Now can you do that?

- I will take you to Kinshasa, Mr. Jim.

- No, no, no, Eugene.

You've gotta do what I asked you to do

because you're the one who can do it.

You understand? Okay.

I've got a lot of respect for you, young man.

You saved my life. I'll never forget that.

Sierra 3, come in. Sierra 3.

Don't let the target escape the X.

Stand by. Stand by.

Confirm Tango 1 on the move.

Calvary is a go.

...and the crew, we'd like to welcome you

aboard this flight to London.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Hey. Jim Terrier.

- Terry.

For f***'s sake. Oh, man.

I heard you were living in London all

this time. You don't call, you don't write.

- Yeah.

- Please, will you sit down?

I'm surprised that they let you in,

looking like that.

- Do you want a drink?

- No, thanks.

Yeah, no, I was living in London

for several years

after our escapade in Congo.

Not a proud moment,

and I guess I felt awkward reaching out.

Well, you always worried too much, Jim.

The past is the past, my friend.

I see you lost the mustache. Looks good.

I never cared for the mustache on you.

Boy, these are nice digs.

You've done well, huh?

Me? Well, yeah. Company's expanded

since you retired, went multinational.

Provides much more extensive services

now in machinery, weaponry, expertise.

I don't know about you,

I just seem to travel all the time.

Branches worldwide.

You see, no more Kevlar vests for me.

I went from killer to cashier.

Don't tell anyone.

You look worried, Jim. What is it?

Terry, who all knew

about Project Calvary?

- Why do you wanna dig up that history?

- I was in Congo for the last year.

Yesterday, three indigs came after me,

specifically after me.

Specifically after you?

That's not good. Well, for all our sakes,

I hope you're wrong.

Who knew about Calvary? You, me, Reed,

and Bryson. But we're all brothers.

The clients knew, of course,

but who they were, I don't know.

I mean, mining corporations,

politicians...

That information was way above

my pay grade back then.

Felix Marti was the only civilian

who knew about it.

He was the only direct contact

with the clients.

I think if your gut instinct is that

this trouble is related to Calvary,

then we should both track down

Felix Marti, find out who's behind it.

The last I heard,

he was back in Barcelona.

I think I should track down

Reed and Bryson

and give them the heads up.

I think they might be operating still.

We should keep in contact about this.

How can I reach you?

I'll call you.

You keep your eyes open 'cause

they could be coming after you, too.

Terrier just walked out

of the company's building.

Heading west towards the junction.

North side.

Crossing the street now.

Sunglasses, parka, camo backpack.

Oscar 1, he's coming your way.

He's ex-Special Forces. Don't tail him

too close. He could spot you.

- He's heading for the subway.

- Stay with him?

Negative. Stand down.

We'll take it from here.

- Did you come alone?

- Well, what do you think?

- How long have you known me?

- I mean, you're sure you weren't followed?

After I received your message,

I caught two tubes,

walked twice round Victoria Park,

like a f***ing lunatic.

What's going on?

Jim, they're brain dead.

They only care about the match.

Three pipe-hitters just tried

to take me down in Congo, Stan.

F*** me.

What makes you think

they were after you?

It's the Congo, for f***'s sake.

What do you expect?

If we were to drop into Liberia tomorrow,

there'd be one or two feisty campers

who'd wanna kick the sh*t

out of most white blokes.

It wasn't regular army, Stanley,

it wasn't rebels, it wasn't FARDC.

- All right.

- All right?

F***ing cupcake.

- You're paranoid?

- Yeah.

Somebody wanted 50 ccs of me

for proof of kill. Is that paranoid?

Whoever it is that sent those hitters,

they've figured out by now

that I'm still alive.

I need to find out who wants me dead

before they find me again.

Well, Jim,

I'll put you up for a job, right,

keep you off the grid.

- It's black work, your type...

- No, I don't do that anymore.

You don't do that anymore?

What the f*** do you want me to do?

I just want you to keep your ear

to the ground,

find out who's using SCARs,

who's offering jobs in Congo,

who's asking questions about me.

I gotta find out

why after all this time.

I talked to Cox.

He hadn't heard anything.

I wanna go to Barcelona

and get to Felix. Maybe he knows.

Now, get me set up. I just need

24 to 48 hours, then I'll bump.

I need you to set me up with a kit.

You get compromised,

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