The Messenger Page #2

Turn that f***ing music off!

There's your problem.

Attention to detail, Private!

Read the f***ing manual!

You have 130-degree heat.

You have sand blasting.

It's baked the hose

right under the housing.

Break the suction.

Every second you're

on the side of the road...

...increases your chances of getting shot...

...your boys shot, your boys blown up.

No haji armor's gonna protect you.

Plus you're f***ing up

a five billion dollar a week operation...

...because you don't have

a 25 cent cooling hose.

So you think ahead.

You have 10 in the back.

You think ahead. You prepare.

You think ahead.

Yeah, well, should be

in the next couple blocks.

We should just ask someone.

No.

First of all, men don't ask for directions,

much less soldiers.

Soldiers on a notification, definitely,

positively do not ask for freaking directions.

No GPS. No MapQuest. We navigate.

Second, you never wanna park too close.

They hear a car park, go to the window,

see two soldiers getting out...

...it's just a minute of torture.

Now I should warn you

some of them do have guns.

Knocking is ominous,

but ringing is jarring.

Or worse, sometimes you get one of those

god-awful chirping doorbells...

...some singsongy sh*t throws

you right off your game.

Yankee Doodle went to town

A ridin'on a pony

And "Sorry your husband is dead"

doesn't flow. So I knock.

I don't really like to say good morning

or good afternoon either.

There ain't nothing good about it.

I used to introduce myself, that's standard,

but now I think it's rude.

It ain't about me. Lose the shades.

We're looking for Mrs. Tina Burrell.

Is she in?

Is Leroy in trouble again?

I'm his girlfriend.

We need to speak with Mrs. Burrell.

Okay, Come in. Come in.

Please, sit down.

I just made some tea.

Do you want some?

Ma'am, could you please get Mrs. Burrell?

Yeah, she's down the block. She just called.

She'll be back in a minute.

I thought you said we don't wait.

If she's not here in 30 seconds,

we're gone.

Sit.

I'm Monica. I'm Leroy's girlfriend.

And this is his baby. He's a boy.

But he don't know that yet, so don't tell

him because I ain't calling him Junior.

Two cell phones.

One was $209.75, and the other...

What did he do?

I'm sorry, ma'am. Our orders

are to speak with Mrs. Burrell.

Well, I am too. I mean, I was gonna be.

We were supposed to get married, but then

my father got laid off and...

Look, I know Leroy's always saying

the wrong thing, but he's a good man.

Please, just tell me.

I got an envelope

with these sheets of paper.

Could I see those papers, please?

We'll be back.

You sent her the money and this envelope

came with these two pictures...

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