Agent 13: The Package Page #4

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You wanna dance with me,

little girl?

What's happening in there?

This place is gonna be

cop central any minute.

Ain't gonna take

too much longer.

Just keep that engine running,

I'm bringing dinner home.

Devon? Jake?

Dosan, come in.

- Hey, where are you going?

- Taking care of business.

Jesus Christ, Ralph!

You almost killed me!

How the hell did this thing suddenly

get so goddamn complicated?

- I did what I had to do.

- You alerted the whole town

to our presence.

That's what you did.

Get in the van.

We have to find that package.

Cops are on their way.

Now! We've got to go!

Come on!

Where's Dosan?

Dosan's dead.

So is Jake.

Wasn't supposed to go down like this.

We were told this guy

is a goddamn goon.

A low-level nobody.

A nightclub bouncer.

We got soft on the idea

and it's our fault.

Whatever this thing is worth,

it's already cost us two lives.

Let's sharpen it up

and get that package.

Ralph, circle back.

He went to that gas station.

We'll get him.

What the hell?

I've chased Taliban

insurgents in Kabul,

hunted war criminals

in Serbia,

and here I am

in a rotten old gas station

in the middle of Hicksville,

Washington, US of A,

chasing an ex-nightclub bouncer-

turned-errand boy.

Who else has seen this footage?

The police.

The police were here.

I told them

the same thing I told you.

Well, that doesn't help me at all.

- Yes?

- We lost him.

- Come again?

- I said we lost him.

- Meaning?

- Meaning this guy,

we were misinformed

as to his capabilities.

How do you want us

to proceed?

Proceed how you see fit.

Your fee, however,

is now up for grabs.

Look, you can't just turn things

around on me now

- and start...

- Yes, I can.

I'm now offering the bounty up

to anyone in my crew.

- Anthony, I lost...

- Screwed up!

Say it.

Yeah, I screwed up.

Let me put it to you

as simply as I can.

We are at war

with the German.

The German

has paid a serious

amount of money

for this package.

If I can get to it

before it gets to him,

then I'll have

negotiating power.

Power is everything.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

Now go do whatever it takes

to get that goddamn package.

Ex-military contractors,

my ass.

Next time, I hire Sal

and his union enforcers.

You still got that picture

of the courier?

- Yes, sir.

- You don't cross me either.

You better be right about this.

Whatever it is,

it's serious enough

to clear this guy's whole tab

just for delivering.

It's something big, boss.

I know it.

Get it out there.

Send it out on the street.

On the street, boss?

I want every informant,

stool pigeon, rat fink,

lowlife, ex-con, crackhead

looking for him.

And when they find him,

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