Sabotage Page #3

they're going to slit your

throat from ear to ear.

I gotta pee, man.

Say what?

I gotta piss.

Then go pee.

Man, he got cameras all over.

There's no way I can go.

Oh, dude, really?

Piss, man. What the hell?

What you think?

I'm not going to stick my dick

where your dick been sticking in, man.

I ain't putting it in there.

Yeah, the problem is,

your sh*t probably fit in there.

My sh*t don't fit in there.

I need a thermos or some sh*t. Look at this.

You threw a bottle

of piss in my lap.

Man, it's got a cap on it.

Morning, Breach.

Morning.

Hey, good morning.

Oh, man, thanks, Breach!

Breakfast of champions, huh?

Here's your DVD, man.

Appreciate it.

And don't piss in

my bushes anymore, okay?

I have a surveillance camera.

I see it all.

No, that was him.

I've got a bottle.

I'm not using that bottle.

I ain't sticking my dick nowhere

your dick has been, damn that.

You didn't say

that about Rebecca.

When you f*** Rebecca?

I f*** them all.

Bro.

Just follow that truck.

I'm gonna deal with you.

So you think he did it?

I don't know if he did it. I just

know I hear stuff, that's all I'm saying.

They're looking for something.

But they haven't found anything,

or else we wouldn't be

following him around like this.

Yeah.

Why don't you just

pull the pin on this?

You're never going to be able to

spend that blood money anyway.

Do it for your team.

Do it for your country.

Do it for yourself.

Retire. End it.

End the pain.

F*** you, Breacher.

I hate it as much

as you do, sir.

Tactical god.

Why don't you wash

your f***ing hands?

That's a new suit?

Why do you rock that off-the-rack,

cheap-ass JCPenney sh*t

when you can afford Armani?

In fact, why aren't you

on a yacht in the Caymans?

I know what you're trying to do.

The jabs, the jokes.

But tell them

I'm not going to bite.

What'd you tell

Smoke Jennings' wife?

That he died for a good cause,

making you rich?

Tell them you let me disarm you.

Give me the f***ing gun.

Come in.

Have a seat, John.

It's over.

I'll go and clean out my desk.

I'm not firing you.

The investigation is over.

No one's been exonerated.

DC just lost their appetite.

Who do you know

in Washington, John?

Got a picture of a senator

f***ing a goat, maybe?

The only thing anyone in law

enforcement has is their credibility.

It's like virginity.

Once it's gone, it's gone forever.

When did you lose yours?

What if I gave you

your team back?

Don't f*** with me.

No one wants you, John.

I've got nowhere

else to stick you.

Mind showing some

leadership this time?

Gun.

Badge.

Creds.

There you go.

You're back in the game.

They don't f***ing let us train.

They don't let us shoot.

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