The Killer Elite Page #4

What are you up to, Mike?

Same old thing.

I thought you were outta that for good.

Well, it's a chance to get Hansen.

- That's very bad thinkin', Mike.

- Yeah.

I already took the job, and, uh, I need you.

Unless you want him to get me.

- How are you, Josephine?

- Hi. Here's your coffee.

- Here.

- Why do I need them?

- They're not for you, they're for her. Here.

- Oh. Thanks, Mr Davis.

Um... I, uh...

I need somethin' heavy, somethin' fast.

You know, somethin' that'll blend in.

I'll go put these in water.

OK.

Somethin' heavy?

Hm? Yeah.

Psst!

Is this it?

- Remember him? Sam from the company.

- Hey, how are ya?

Loose muffler jacket.

I got her bolted down.

Thank you.

Well, it blends in, all right. What else

has it got that makes it so charming?

Gas tank is tucked under the rear seat.

Steel-plated wraparound,

reinforced bumpers.

- And it's a fully-blown engine.

- How come we never used this before?

I just got it, Mike.

Some union guy put it all together.

Bulletproof glass. And then they

shot him in bed. I got it from his widow.

I... thought you kissed the business off.

Why'd you buy a buggy like this?

You know, uh, maybe

I appreciate a good machine.

I used to think what I did was

nice and necessary, you know?

What the hell do I know?

- Miller.

- Partner.

Who's the clown behind the tool rack?

- You know this fella?

- Oh, that's Miller. He's with us.

He's a rear gunner.

Josephine was robbed

a couple of times last month. I'm sorry.

Nice place like this.

May I see it?

What are you? Wyatt Earp?

- I got somethin' better if you want it.

- No, that's fine.

Old weapon. Slow rate of fire.

Heavy. Hard to aim.

- Nice chrome.

- What's your first name, Miller?

Jerome.

- What?

- Jerome.

Jerome?

- Jerome.

- Come on, let's go.

- Oh, hey. I got time to change?

- No, we'll clean up later. Come on.

You have to sign this. Right here.

It won't go out if you don't.

Can I have a clean shirt?

I'm goin' away for a couple of days.

I-I thought you said you were gonna

give up that profession for good.

I'm gonna be gone a couple of days.

If anybody calls.

I'm sorry, Josephine.

You know how it is, don't you?

OK.

What's the matter with Josephine?

- She's upset cos I'm leavin'.

- No, no. I mean she called me Mr Davis.

When you're around she calls everybody

Mr Davis. Just like the old days.

This'll just take a second.

You guys behave yourselves.

Jerome?

I know a lot about you, you know that?

Don't hurt anybody just for fun, OK?

That's not nice.

How would you like me to take that.45

and shove it where it belongs, cabbie?

Do you like stewardesses?

Sometimes.

All right, here's where you go.

Front entrance, 39 Grant Avenue.

Back entrance, 46 Waverly Place.

- Ask for Mr Yi.

- OK. Movin'.

Left to Sacramento, right on Grant.

- You plannin' to work in close?

- That's right.

You just handle the perimeter.

Why not, partner?

- I'll be with you on the perimeter, Jerome.

- I don't know what I'd do without you.

Hey, don't stick that muzzle up in the air

like that, man. The whole world'll see us.

My backup, Hamilton.

You'll find everybody there.

Does his crowd have this yet?

I'll have to hand him the Xerox.

Cap...

this is gonna make for too much clutter.

Exactly my feeling.

I told Mr Collis that I strongly object

to his bringing you into this.

My group, the ninja,

work much more quietly.

They're clowns.

That thing they tried at the airport

this morning was a three-ring flop.

Your people may be black belts,

but if they get in my way they'll end up

black-and-blue or DOA. That's a promise.

It's a matter of indifference to me

who eliminates Yuen Chung.

However, Mr Collis,

simply as a matter of racial pride,

if my group, the ninja, handle this matter

and become personally involved,

and if your man fails, you and I

will have to renegotiate our arrangement.

There it is, George. The bottom line.

I won't let us down.

And I don't believe for a second

that you'll lose out either way.

In fact, you probably

sent for this... this group.

That's your style, Cap.

Setting people against each other.

Mr Collis...

have you visited your Swiss francs lately?

Your deposits have arrived on time.

Thank you.

This is it.

We're gonna take him out this way.

Let's go, Mac. Take me around front.

Jerome, you watch

those ledges over there.

Our buddy likes those down angles.

It's his favourite lick.

I prefer the up angles.

Love to watch gravity at work.

Our client is obviously not a pro.

Anybody can fire into those windows

from across the street on the roof.

Rifle, grenade. We'd better take him to the

country, where we can lay a control zone.

- Do you know a place we can stow him?

- Yeah. Sure do.

Georgie and I did some

aerial-photography work on this place,

along with a lot of footwork,

a long time ago.

Yeah.

Keep that thing down if you can.

You know what I mean?

OK. Here.

- Hand me my case, will ya?

- Right.

All right. Now, look,

you cover me to the door, man.

Yep.

And you keep your eye out

for any police cars, right?

Here. Take this.

Let me know what's happening.

Yeah. I got it.

I'll bring my man out the back

as soon as I can. Cover me.

OK, here we go, Jerome.

Whoa-ho-ho.

Thank you.

I was told to ask for a Mr Yi.

I'm the one you're asking for.

Ah.

Hey, who are you?

Who are you?

Tommie, that's enough.

Hold it. Hold it. Let's keep it clean

Your guest is waiting.

- I'm Yuen Chung.

- How do you do?

- She's my daughter.

- How do you do?

- Is this your whole party?

- Why should we trust you?

Don't. Die.

Who's paying you?

- Who's askin' the questions here?

- I am. Who's paying you?

A private company. ComTeg.

- What do you think?

- This place is indefensible.

Any attack in force would finish us.

Mike.

Mike, a cop is comin'.

OK. We're comin'.

Hold it. Hold it. You know Locken?

Locken. I'm with Locken.

Jerome, what are you doin'?

Nice...

Nice friends you have.

- A garbage truck is blockin' the alley.

- So what?

So... there ain't no

garbage cans on the street.

Let's go.

- Holiday Inn, please.

- I'm occupied, miss.

- Hey, Mike.

- Shh. Hold it.

George is up on the roof by the billboard.

He's got someone else with him too.

Right. Load up.

All right? Let's go.

Hold it!

Are you gonna be surprised

when you see my gun permit.

Throw the gun over there.

No, I can't do that.

This has got a hair trigger.

If I throw it over there, there's

a lot of people gonna get hurt.

Throw it.

No, hold it, Jerome. Jerome.

Don't pull down on a cop.

Do what he says, Jerome.

Oh, you crazy...

- You just made me an accessory.

- Mike?

- A garbage truck is blockin' the alley.

- I know. I wish Miller were in it.

Forget it. He's no cop.

- What do you mean, he's no cop?

- Look at his gun.

Tell me that's not a 9mm Star

and I'll kiss your ass.

Just from that, you knew that?

San Francisco Police Department packs

regulation Smith and Wesson.38s.

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