The Killing Machine Page #2

Come on...

Look, hey,

I have another assignment for you.

You leave tonight.

- What's the matter?

- I just got back.

Then don't unpack your bags.

What if I say no this time?

What are you f***ing telling me?

I'm not telling you anything.

Payment won't be delayed.

I promise you that.

You promised me

I'd always be paid

on time.

Look...

I don't know

what crazy f***ing ass ideas

are going through your head,

but we both know

if you walk, it won't be good...

-...for either of us.

Thinking for yourself

gets you in trouble.

Hey, it's a red-eye flight.

Have you back in time

for Sunday dinner.

Does that give you enough time

to settle things on your end?

Do you have anything

in Hong Kong?

And you took care of everyone?

Who are you?

Delayed payments.

Questions.

Something's wrong.

It's time for me

to start getting some answers.

What time are we supposed to be

finished at the north end? Do you know?

Serge is a nobody.

He follows orders

just like me.

I need a source,

someone I can trust.

Quite an empire

you're creating here, Kerr.

A bit of this, a bit of that

makes me look legit.

- You never look legit.

I fool some people.

Come here.

So what do you need?

- Someone in Miami.

- Done.

- Gear?

- Dragunov.

What about an M170?

Too much recoil.

.50 cal.

Go through a brick wall.

- My target isn't a brick wall.

A man who knows what he wants.

I need it for pickup in Miami

tomorrow morning.

No problem.

Here, call this number,

ask for Constantine.

He'll set you up.

One more thing

can you run a check on this guy?

He said his name was Mr. Graham.

I think he's full of sh*t.

Everyone in investments

is full of sh*t.

They're f***ing up the world.

He was asking

too many questions.

I didn't like what he was implying.

Which was what?

That he knew who I was.

Yeah, I'll run it by some

old friends at the agency.

I'll see what I can do.

Now I don't understand

why you don't just quit your day job

and face the facts.

You are what you are.

There's no escaping it.

One day.

Hmm. Dream a little dream, huh?

Don't stand too close,

Mr. Family Man.

Remember what the myth

says about lcarus.

Hi, honey.

Hi, Taylor.

How about a hug?

I love you, Mommy.

- Go on in.

-Taylor.

Hey.

What did I do now?

You missed her school play.

Well, I've been traveling a lot lately,

you know.

Yeah, that was the problem

all the excuses.

So, um...

...is she staying?

She's supposed to.

This was my weekend to go away.

Or did you forget that, too?

No no, l

I didn't forget.

Golfing, right?

- With that new guy?

- Yeah, that weekend.

- So is he in the car?

- No.

Does he know about me?

Of course he does.

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