Tracers Page #4

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How we getting in this thing?

The front door.

What?

You're risking a lot here, man.

Tell your man to make this look good.

Okay, game time.

Who's got my piece?

You're carrying the package.

You'll be all right. We've done this before.

We don't even shoot these things.

Be safe, kids, stay out of trouble.

Masks!

Hand off the gun!

Toss him the gun!

Toss him the gun!

You deaf? Toss him the gun!

You don't like to listen?

Get on the ground!

You think this is funny? You think

this is a game? Get on the ground!

You deaf? Get on the floor!

We got to get moving, guys!

What... what's the combination?!

Answer him!

Tell me how we get inside!

You think this is funny?!

Tell me what the combo is!

What, is everybody deaf and dumb here?

Answer his question!

What's the combination?!

I don't have it.

Is there another way in?

Yo, come on!

I can get in.

- What the hell are you doing?

- I can't see sh*t with this thing!

- We got to move, guys!

- There's nothing. It's empty!

- With nothing!

- Check again!

- Where's the money?!

- I don't know, dude. I don't know.

- What are you laughing at, big guy?!

- They picked it up early.

But he wouldn't have known that.

Would you?

Would you?

- Dude, let's just go!

- You're dead.

Back up!

Where you going, little b*tch?

Go! Go! Go!

You better run!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Back! Back! Back!

Come on! Come on!

Freeze!

Stay down!

Put your hands up

where I can see them, now!

Stay right there, get down!

How about your dead buddy,

Does he got a name?

I don't know, might be nice to let his family

know where to pick up his remains.

He doesn't have any family.

What the hell did you do to get half the BTK

to chase your little asses down the street?

Look, if you had anything real

to charge me with you wouldn't be asking.

The Feds would like a word with you.

Have fun, kid.

- Miller?

- No sudden moves, okay?

- What are you doing?

- I'm James Hatcher. I'm with the DEA.

You thought jumping a 20-foot gap,

five stories up was a rush?

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Just breathe for me, Cam, okay?

We don't have much time.

Hey, where's Dylan and Tate?

They're in the van on the way home.

They should be hitting the tunnel by now.

- Do they know about this?

- Cam, they all know.

How the hell do you think

I ran this circus?

Miller's a man on the ground,

shipping and receiving, HR, transpo.

Hatcher's upstairs... due diligence,

client relations, new business.

Neither one of them gets much sleep,

but they work well together.

You got to be kidding me. I've been working

for a dirty Fed this whole time?

Yeah, or a clean criminal.

Depends on your point of view.

What about Jax?

Look, I got bad intel on this one, okay,

and Jax is gone. But that's the past.

All we have is the moment.

And right now, in this moment, New York P.D.

thinks you're one of my CI's.

That means you get to walk out of here

with me, right now, under my protection.

Yeah, so they can find my body in a dumpster

tomorrow morning? No, thank you!

Cam, I'm not going to hurt you.

I need your help.

The cops are rousting the whole gang.

Sooner or later someone is going

to talk themselves out of trouble

and that will lead back to me.

It's time for me to cash out.

Is this your "one last score" speech?

Save it.

It's my exit plan.

But I cannot do it without your help.

If you want me, I need

my 10 grand, today. Right now.

- Then we'll talk.

- That's not going to happen.

Fine. Then I'm not helping you.

All right? I'm out.

The thing is, Cam,

it's not just about you anymore, is it?

Because you became part of a family,

so you have to think

about the welfare of others.

Where is she?

I don't want Nikki mixed up

in this anymore.

So you and I are going to finish this.

Hey!

Why didn't you tell me?

- I told you to get out.

- You played me from the start.

- No.

- The bike, that was all bullshit?

- No.

- This has been a set-up the whole time?

- Cam, I swear it. That was all me!

- Yeah, right!

I felt bad for wrecking you out.

I wanted to get you a new one.

I didn't think all of this

was going to happen.

Well, then, what did you think?

- You wanted in, Cam.

- No. I wanted you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you.

I did! But I... I couldn't.

Why not?

- Because of Dylan.

- What do you mean because of Dylan?

What did Dylan do that's so bad

that you couldn't tell me this whole time?

He...

You know, Dylan is

your older brother, Nikki.

You don't need to babysit him.

You can let him deal with his own problems.

Somebody did something to me, okay.

Back in Florida.

Some scumbag came into my bedroom

late at night.

He started touching me. Dylan walked in

and he beat him into a coma.

The cops came after us.

They chased us all the way over here.

And then I met Miller.

And Miller made it all go away.

Dylan was there that night

to protect me.

And now it's my job to protect him.

Cam, I was scared to tell you

anything else, because...

Because I didn't want you to go.

Look...

if I can get us a clean exit tomorrow...

will you come with me?

Miller's not going

to let us just walk away.

Do you wanna leave Miller or not, Nikki?

I told you what could happen to Dylan,

to us, if anything ever went wrong.

Do you remember?

- Yeah.

- What?

Yes!

I'm getting us out of this life.

And we're going to start over.

Just you and me this time.

Okay?

Where we going?

The guys and I got a plane to catch

when we're done.

We'll drop you

on the way to the airport.

After you get your 10 grand, of course.

Here.

Put these on. Let's go.

Nikki and Tate will lookout

while we make the pickup, okay.

- Where are we?

- Safe house.

Russians keep their VIP's here,

they stash other stuff too.

- Well, what do you need me for?

- It's a two-man job.

- Why can't Dylan go in...

- Dylan's watching our exit.

How are we getting in?

Through the skylight?

Copy that.

- What's inside there?

- New plateau, my friend.

It's not loaded.

You want me to go in unarmed?

I'm going in with you. It's you and me

together this time. All right?

You're really down with this, Dylan?

How about you just do

your job, all right?

Hey, get your head in it, Cam.

Right now.

We're doing this for Nikki. Remember?

- Pull over.

- Why?

'Cause I gotta take a piss.

Tate! Come on!

- I can't.

- What?

Come on, Nikki.

Everybody knows about you and Cam.

- Stop the van, Tate.

- No.

- Pull over!

- Just shut up already!

Pull the f*** over!

Once you're inside, just do everything I say.

I've got this all worked out.

Sure landing. On three. Ready?

One, two, three.

Be quiet!

Don't move! Don't move!

Sit! Sit down!

- What's going on!

- Watch them!

Don't move!

What's the exit plan?!

This is the exit plan, Cam.

- Dylan, what are you doing!

- Don't... don't move!

Do it! He's got the diamonds!

- Dylan... Dylan, put the gun down!

- Don't move!

All units, 10-10.

Shots fired at 231 West 23rd.

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