The Hurricane Heist Page #3

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That can only come from Washington.

Or the Washington liaison.

Casey Corbyn.

We can work from our dedicated

cell and do the hack all over.

Let's work on two fronts, Connor.

Frears and I will do the hack

all over again

while you find Miss Corbyn.

- Time frame?

- Three hours, minimum.

- You can do it in two.

- Yes, my love. Two will be fine.

All right, get to it.

Where is she?

If you tell me anything

other than the truth,

so help me, your brains are gonna spill

all over this stainless.

Where is she?

The gen... The backup generator failed.

She went to get the repair guy.

She should have been back by now.

This is not good.

Listen, if you want help,

just say the word.

Keep low and keep it running.

This is how it's done.

Agent Corbyn, we've got you scoped.

Drop the gun. Give yourself up.

We don't wanna hurt you.

We just wanna talk.

Give yourself up. Don't be stupid.

Let's go!

Not so fast, Corbyn.

- Go, go, go!

- Get her!

- Don't you move!

- Easy!

I'm just the repair man doing house calls.

- I'll get the girl.

- You got a tail!

Easy.

Hell of a day, ain't it? Hell of a day.

Got her pinned. War monument.

Get in!

- Thank you.

- What the hell was that about?

The Treasury's being robbed.

You left with my brother.

I didn't see him. Where is he?

- I think they have him.

- Think who has him?

The crew that somehow managed

to knock over a maximum-security facility.

- We gotta go back.

- Wait.

These guys must be pretty heavy

hitters to pull this off.

They're not just gonna hand him over

'cause we ask. They need him.

- Need him for what?

- The backup generator's down.

He's the only one that can fix it.

They're gonna need power

to get in that vault.

So once he's through with that,

they're through with him.

- I gotta call D.C.

- You have sat?

Damn. He shot my satellite link.

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We gotta stay focused, okay?

We're gonna get help.

Just... let's stay calm.

Listen, lady, we're about to be crushed

by the biggest storm of the century.

I don't think you know what that means.

It means no one's gonna come down here

and volunteer to help until it's all over,

and at that point it's gonna

be too late for my brother.

Look, I'm with you.

You know any local cops?

Yeah, I guess.

It's not like anything changes round here.

Okay. Best play we got.

Here's the generator guy.

Yeah. Breeze Rutledge. That's him.

How's it going, Randy?

- Well, you know where it is. Get to it.

- Try a zigamorph.

I already called the dummy

procedure there to force a flush

of the optimizer's register coloring.

That's getting us somewhere.

Eyes front. Eyes front.

Hello?

What are you people doing here?

The town's under mandatory evacuation.

I'm sure glad you don't listen

to your own orders.

- Jimmy, it's me.

- Willie? Willie Rutledge, is that you?

Jimmy, listen.

They got my brother

tied up in the Treasury.

- Whoa. Who's got him?

- The Treasury's being robbed.

Casey Corbyn, ATF.

How many men can you round up?

I knew today was going to be a sh*t show.

Come on into my office,

tell me all about it.

- How many of them are there?

- I only had eyes on two.

But they took out 14 guards,

high-tech security.

There's bound to be more.

Whew.

So they're highly organized.

I can't confirm casualties,

but there was no blood,

so hoping there's more than one hostage.

We're going to have to

do something about that.

You, missy, throw down your weapon now.

Oh, no, Jimmy, you ain't in on it?

Well, I'm afraid so, Willie.

You watch those semis

rolling through this shithole

day after day

filled with money.

You know it's just going to the shredder.

Kind of gets you thinking,

Willie, you know?

Gives a man ideas.

Gun down now.

Very good.

I like a gal who follows orders.

- Dixon here. You read me?

- You got her?

Yeah. Pretty little thing.

All wrapped up in a red ribbon.

We need her alive.

Do what you want with the Good Samaritan.

Xander's on his way.

Yeah, well, you tell him

not to dawdle, you hear? Over.

Connor Perkins is the inside man.

Not bad, huh?

For two old guys they were

gonna put out to pasture.

$600 million sure puts

a whole different complexion

on retirement, I'd say.

Go, go, go, go!

- Red ribbon my ass.

- Shut up and drive.

They're on our tail.

- Come on. Can't you go any faster?

- Got my foot to the floor, man.

She's going as fast as she can.

Give me your gun.

That thing is built like a tank.

Holy sh*t.

- I'm tapped.

- What?

- I'm out of bullets.

- Well, how did that happen?

I shot them all.

- How far back are they?

- 100 yards and closing.

Help me with my harness.

- Good.

- Okay, now you.

Do you trust me? I need you to trust me.

- What?

- Do you trust me?

Yeah. What the hell, Will?

'Cause this is gonna be harsh.

Brake, brake, brake!

Here comes the harsh part.

You okay?

Never... do that to me... again.

I had to do something.

And I guess it worked.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Ain't you out of bullets?

They don't know that.

Jackpot.

Mmm. Drink?

I am not naturally a violent man.

If this thing is not working soon,

I'm gonna show you another side of me.

Well, I'm not naturally a worried man.

But how do I know

when I do fix this thing,

you won't just kill me?

You don't,

but I would not

make me think about ultimatums.

Just fix it.

Just do it.

I am sick of waiting for people.

Well, we can't keep running like this.

Surviving's gonna kill us.

Well, we can't leave

and we can't call for help.

The lines are down, cell phones are dead.

When I left,

all the cell phones were down,

but those hackers were still working.

- How's that?

- Maybe they got a dedicated line.

You know, one with a satellite uplink,

like I used to have.

And if they were smart, they'd

have installed it ahead of time.

The only way they can get the new code

is to hack back into the D.C. mainframe.

If they have a dedicated line

and we could find it,

we could cut it,

hole up and wait for help.

Anything on here that could pick that up?

Know what, this one,

this reads non-ionized energy,

which is basically radio.

- Really?

- Mmm.

Great. So we just search Gulfport.

Mm-hmm. And this town just

woke up from the 1940s,

so there can't be but three of those

cell phone towers in this whole place,

and this one's gonna tell us

which one of those is active.

- Mr. Rutledge, you are my...

- Ah. Dr. Rutledge.

I have a PhD in synoptic meteorology.

Dr. Rutledge, you're my kind of expert.

- Why, thank you.

- Xander, come in.

Do you copy?

Xander, pick up the walkie. Where are you?

Oh, God.

There was an accident. Car's totaled.

Are you all right?

- Oh, boy.

- God, my arm's busted.

I'm a bit shook up, man, but I'm fine.

The sheriff has broken his arm.

- It looks pretty bad.

- Cut the sh*t. Where's the girl?

Have you got the girl?

She got away, Connor.

You screwed up the easiest chance we had.

We're outside the Atlantic Hotel.

It's getting savage out here.

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