Brick Mansions Page #4

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His unfortunate death pushed legislation

for us to erect the border.

He's a hero, and from what I

hear, you're a lot like him.

Thank you.

We've been made to understand that

you have somewhat of an expertise

in terms of that neighborhood.

Yeah, I know it pretty well.

- Major Reno, U.S. Army.

- Pleasure.

Detective, this is a situation

that demands the best of the best.

Last night a

government transport

travelling at a time and route with

minimal civilian traffic was hijacked.

What are they transporting?

N.A.D, Neutron Assisted Device.

A neutron bomb.

We prefer the word device.

Bomb has such negative

connonations.

The device was fitted with

an anti theft mechanism.

Which is triggered if the case

should be open the wrong way.

Device activated.

What the f***?

We need you to infiltrate,

locate the device,

and contact us for the

code to disarm it.

Nah, that can't be done.

That'd take time, planning.

We don't know where it's at,

we don't know who has it.

We know where. Brick Mansions.

We know who.

That's Tremaine Alexander.

Ex-soldier turned

illegal arms dealer.

He uses military grade

weapons, united the gangs,

and tookover the

city's drug trade.

Rules with an iron fist.

I spent my entire career

trying to take down Tremaine.

But he never leaves Brick Mansions

and there's checkpoints everywhere.

- You know the routes around.

- Yeah, but then what?

We have no intel inside.

No eyes.

We have your eyes.

Lino Dupree, French

Carribean expat.

Spent most of his adult

live in Brick Mansions.

Knows it like the

back of his hands.

So the best idea you can come up

with is to send me into this sh*t

with a convict as my partner?

Yeah.

And you got 10 hours, Detective.

What's he locked up for anyway?

Killed a cop.

Dupree, let's go.

Get in the van!

Get in!

I'll be back.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, have a good day.

Hey, hey, wait! I need this van!

Are you kidding me? Who

do you think you are man?

You trying to hijack me?

It's my van!

I don't think so.

This is my van.

Really?

It's my van, but if you want a

lift hurry up, the bus is leaving.

Recalculating itinerary.

- Where are we headed?

- Brick Mansions.

There's no way you can drive

this van past the barricades.

Three minutes ago we were handcuffed

in the back of this thing.

Why is a guy like you

going to Brick Mansions?

I'm after Tremaine Alexander.

He killed a friend of mine.

Same a**hole kidnapped

my girlfriend.

Ex girlfriend.

Sound like we got

something in common.

- How do you plan to get inside?

- There's an old smuggling route.

Take a right at 50 metres.

- Better buckle up.

- I prefer to be free.

Suit yourself.

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