The Marine 4: Moving Target Page #2

Yeah? What was it then? Astonish me.

A little thing called 9/11.

- Permission to speak freely?

- By all means.

This is the most entertained

I've been in days.

I think we're both just really impressed to

see you putting together full sentences here.

And I'm just trying

to put together what your story is.

While we're on the subject of clichs here,

I heard your bio.

Ivy League and all.

That means you come from money.

Right? So, what, you're the sweet,

little prep school princess...

that no one really understood?

The type that always got herself into one

fine mess after the other for attention.

Good thing you always had Daddy's

money to count on to bail you out.

At least until now, that is.

Yeah. This time it looks like you

finally found yourself...

in a situation you can't

buy your way out of.

But what do I know? I'm just a taxi driver.

That's enough, Carter.

- You know what?

- Yes, ma'am?

You can kiss-

- Jesus Christ!

- Reverse!

Back up! Back up!

Stay down!

Bail out! Bail out!

Stay down!

- Numbers?

- I got eight plus in the tree line!

They're moving!

We need to move!

Sh*t.

They're flanking! Watch your 3:00 and 9:00!

Oh, sh*t.

- Johnson. I got the girl coming your way.

- Roger that. We're on it.

Could use a little help here, Dawes.

Go on. Get it done.

They're moving!

I'll draw their fire. Peel around

in the forest and secure the package.

All clear!

Then what are you waiting for?

Get moving!

I've got her.

His keys. Gotta have keys.

Come on.

Come on.

We need to move. Come with me.

Stay behind me.

Come on, okay?

Let's go! Let's go!

Daniels, come in.

I repeat:
Do you copy?

Daniels, do you copy? Anyone?

Get in!

Get down!

Get down!

Go!

Jesus!

- Are you hit?

- It's not my blood.

- Jesus Christ! Who were those guys?

- I don't know.

- Drop me off somewhere. I'm better off on my own.

- You wouldn't last five minutes.

Six weeks in Hong Kong, I was just fine.

Twenty minutes here,

I'm running in a forest getting shot at.

Did you call anyone from a plane?

Boyfriend? A girlfriend?

Seriously? No.

No boyfriend or girlfriend. I'm on my own.

All I have are the clothes on my back.

And now you.

They knew where to hit us.

Someone tipped them off.

Then let's go to the police.

No. We can't risk it.

For now, we'll go to the safe house.

With any luck, we got a head start.

Luck? That's encouraging.

We'll go to the safe house,

figure out our next move there.

Your boss said you were new.

How new?

This is my first day.

Awesome.

Oh, gosh.

- What are you doing?

- Planning for the worst.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I'll get you some water.

Don't move.

What are you doing?

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