The Marksman Page #2

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on the decommissioning team.

-How do you know if he's still alive?

-We don't.

The rebels haven't even acknowledged

that they've taken hostages.

The fact is,

we haven't even made contact.

And you think

they're gonna re-core this reactor?

So far, everything points

in that direction.

Good luck, captain.

Gentlemen.

What's my primary target,

the hostages or the reactor?

Both.

lf there's a choice,

which one takes priority?

What are my orders, ma'am?

The reactor.

ls that it? You wanna say

anything more to me?

The briefing's over.

Damn it, you can talk to me.

l'm still here for you.

Look, if you want a psych evaluation,

you can read the file.

You wrote it.

lt's still there,

the same look in your eyes.

What look would that be,

the one you saw in the inquiry?

That's not fair.

What do you want from me, Amanda,

a thank-you?

Okay, thank you.

You cleaned my record.

Means nothing to those people

buried in the ground.

lt wasn't your fault.

l took the order. l lit the target.

That mission was over years ago.

Those deaths are in the past.

Leave them behind.

That's a good idea.

Prime minister, hello.

Have you heard

from the Americans?

They want a rescue

and a preemptive air strike.

-They say it is in our best interests.

-Of course they would.

Their newfound obsession

has been exhilarating for them.

They are asking for us to counter

with a ground attack.

We can't make that promise.

Then lie.

Let them believe they're in charge.

The blame rests on their shoulders.

Has Zaysan found...

-...what he's looking for?

-lt's on its way to him as we speak.

We must let the Americans

take out the reactor.

l'll tell the president.

That reactor's got

reinforced concrete.

Sure there's a good spot

to take it out?

l'll find one.

The spec shows a narrow target area

for it to implode.

lt's all about minimal damage

on this op.

We go in, locate the hostages,

paint the target...

...and then get out

before anyone knows we're there.

Any questions?

Yeah. Well, how close on our ass

is the air strike?

They'll be right on our ass.

That's why we gotta make it quick.

Well, how hot is it

around the reactor site?

A small company of Zaysan's loyalists

are protecting his ass there.

The rest of the rebel troops

are across the river, 20 miles south.

Captain, this being

a stealth op and all...

...we gotta leave Orin behind.

You can see his fat ass a mile away.

Go blow yourself, a**hole.

Quit it. Let's pack and roll, people.

-Jacks here.

-What is happening now?

We're moving forward.

The team's on its way.

We have a man

shadowing the container.

Our forces are ready to intercept it.

Have them hold off

until the plant is secured...

...or those hostages

are as good as dead.

Hey, Hargs.

Man, l did some checking on him.

Total malfunction in Bosnia.

He painted the wrong target.

We're talking

major collateral damage.

Yo, what's your name?

What do we call you?

Yeah.

What's your name, dude?

lf it comes to having to save your ass,

l wanna know your name.

Worry about saving your ass,

l'll worry about saving mine.

All right, people, let's roll.

We're losing the signal.

Must be on a real ride.

Those are 70-mile-an-hour

wind gusts.

ls there a problem, major?

l hope not.

Ready to deploy chutes on my mark.

Mark.

Chutes open.

Off the target.

Well, there's nothing more we can do

to help them now.

They're on their own up there.

Painter.

Hargs.

l took a local reading, sir.

Their comsets are down.

Well, they were due east of us.

So let's pack and go.

Sir.

This way.

-Morning, Mr. Secretary.

-Morning, John.

We have a green light, sir.

The team's on the ground.

When will the target be lit?

Two hours, at most.

One of our satellites will pick up

the Painter's signal.

We have an F-1 4 standing by

off a carrier in the Gulf.

They're waiting for a go-ahead.

And the Russians

have coordinated...

...a offensive move to coincide

with the strike.

Keep me informed,

and keep everything on track.

-Yes, sir, we certainly will.

-Good luck.

Thank you, sir. Bye-bye.

Captain Jack Stevens,

skipper of the Oakla.

-Lt. Randall, sir.

-Lt. Carter, sir.

Colonel Reynolds gave me

some details about your mission.

ln fact, too few.

l was impressed

with your flight record...

...particularly on the F-1 4 Tomcat.

l do see that you're carrier-qualified.

But what l don't see is why

a Navy pilot can't fly this mission.

The way we see this little get-to,

it's an Army problem.

So the Army ought to be the one

to clean it up.

-Not good enough, lieutenant.

-The dispatch from Col. Reynolds...

...explains the parameters

of this operation, the need for secrecy.

l don't give a damn

about dispatch, lieutenant.

lf l'm gonna entrust my airplane

to an Army pilot...

...and let him fly in harm's way,

then by God, l wanna know why.

Yes, sir.

l know the terrain,

l know the ground crew.

You could let a naval aviator

fly this operation...

...but the Army needs me.

-Fair enough, lieutenant.

-Roger that, sir.

This looks like the hospital.

The reactor's less than a mile away.

Go. Go.

Moffit says he was hiding

in the hospital.

He's here.

Got it going again for you, sir.

-Great.

-But Harg's set's dead.

-Damn.

-What do we do now?

This way. This way.

Go. Go with them.

Hargs, stay close to the Painter.

Sir.

Rodgers, Orin, upstairs.

Hightop, cover the lobby.

l got the morgue.

How come that don't surprise me?

Clear up here.

Your nerves shaky?

Yeah, a little.

Good.

Means your instincts are turned on.

-l found them.

-Please don't hurt us.

Please don't hurt us.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Come with me. Go on, let's go.

Go, go, go. This way.

Go.

We got bogeys.

Three of them, coming right at me.

-Who's she?

-Valentina Bakoff, my coworker.

-Where are the others?

-We don't know.

There were seven of us working here

when the soldiers came.

l think they were

in the breeder reactor.

-Where were you?

-Working in the cooling tower...

-...with her.

-How did you get there?

There's underground pipe ways

that connect to the reactors.

When we got here, soldiers were

wrecking the medical center.

-And we hid.

-Who's the woman in the morgue?

-What woman?

-One with the hole in the head.

-We don't know.

-How do we get through those pipes?

Through the morgue.

Hightop, pull back.

You know her?

She worked with us.

Come on.

Okay, it's clear.

-Which way?

-Left.

Check upstairs.

There's nothing here

but a stinking woman.

Let's go see Flintov.

This is it.

This is the entrance

to reactor number three?

-You sure?

-Absolutely.

Go.

Orin, Hightop, stay with the civilians.

Son of a b*tch.

Sh*t, that makes seven.

We're moving out.

We can't just leave them here.

He's right, captain.

These are Americans.

l don't like it either, but we gotta

make evac. That's five klicks away.

We got no time

to be carrying bodies.

Leave the dead.

Let's move out.

You know the right target?

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