The Way of War Page #4

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Tell the women to shut their legs,

and the men to put up their fists

'cause there's a

war machine comin'.

Bet it's

alright, man.

Maybe not.

But the three wise men

don't like to be made wrong.

Ready? One,

two, three!

What the hell

is this?

I don't know.

Nor do I want to.

Hey, what

is that?

You don't wanna know, kid.

Let's go.

Capturing the Ace isn't

our objective, is it?

Hey!! Capturing the Ace isn't

our primary objective, is it?

Is it!!??

No.

What the f***

is going on?

Told you I didn't

like this mission.

You were always right.

When I'm gone,

finish it.

They're ready

for yah.

This is anything goes.

You know that, dontcha?

I bet that hurt.

And in this corner,

weighing in

at 185 pounds,

the War Machine!

Yeah, you're right.

It was you,

wasn't it?

The voice on the

other end of the phone.

I have no idea what

you're talkin' about.

It's not my blood you

want on your hands.

But you had to be

sure, didn't you?

Loyal to the end,

that's my David.

I'm not

him anymore.

You took that

away from me.

Nothing you weren't

willing to give.

I wasn't willing

to give up Sophia.

Look, you should know,

David, that tonight,

I traded...

my life for yours.

So that you

could continue to live,

and do what needs

to be done.

Right the wrong.

Maybe in

another life.

Oh, God!

I could be bound

in a nutshell,

and count myself a king of infinite

space, if it had not bad dreams.

But you, you never struck me

as the nutshell type, David.

In a few moments, I'm

gonna walk out that door,

A gray Sedan,

that's been circling the

block for the last four hours

will just happen to

be passing by the club.

And as luck would

have it, a young Hispanic male,

will fire two

shots, both in my direction.

And I will die

a coward's death.

Alone, on a cold

and empty street,

so that you can become

what you were born to be.

And already are.

A hero, David!

A hero.

When you saved my life,

you asked for no explanation.

Given what you will soon

or already have read,

I feel I owe

you that much.

Ten days ago,

Who is this?

Why were we asked

to bring this to you?

I assume you're not Mitchell.

He's dead.

So many people

think this war

is about countries,

about land.

Your friends probably

believe they died for liberty,

for truth,

for justice.

And in a way, they would

be right, wouldn't they?

By the look

on your face,

and what you

just heard,

you might be thinking

they died for money, for greed.

And in a way, you may be correct.

Why is it we become those we

fight so hard to exterminate?

My advice?

Keep running.

And pray the sins

of these old men

never catch up

with you.

When I was a boy,

a very powerful

American and his son

came to visit

my country.

When I was running

into the house,

I heard the American

ask my father a strange question,

that I now

ask of you.

Without villains,

can there be heroes?

You must

ask yourself,

why your country

birthed a villain,

in a land of

sand and stone.

Why they wouldn't need

so badly to have the power

that only a hero

can possess.

And you'll, you'll

understand the Tao,

the truth, or as you

people in the West call it,

the Way of War.

That is my truth.

That is my way.

Ten days ago my name

was David Wolfe.

I was a son to father,

a soldier to country,

a lover to woman.

I lived two lives,

I carried two names.

Ten days later, I

have a single mission,

a single hunt,

a single life, a single name.

I am the Wolf.

What have I done?

Were you able to

see the paper this morning, sir?

It's horrible.

It's tragic.

We will honor him with

a moment of silence,

before I address the nation

on that other matter.

By the way,

how do we stand on that?

I have it contained.

Good.

Oh, I want to thank

you for the present

you left on my desk this

morning with the paper.

You should know I plan on incorporating

its message into my address.

But I...

Ah, don't be silly.

It's an important concept,

in the wake of

a grave tragedy.

Carpe diem. Seize the day.

Must always look forward

in times like these.

Never backwards.

I didn't put that

on your desk, sir.

Then who did?

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