Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe Page #3

I trained

at the School of the Americas in '92.

Well, hell, if you trained there in '92...

I knew every last son of a b*tch

that made you do push-ups in the mud.

- Vic Rayburn.

- No, no, no. You mean the Terror.

- That's the guy.

- Of course.

So what's the plan?

We have intelligence

that Espada Ardiente...

...is planning to attack

an international clinic...

...run by a group called Doctors for All.

- A hospital? Seriously?

- Unfortunately, yes.

Until now they have stayed clear

of civilian targets.

The clinic sits in a strategic pass

in the mountains.

We believe the terrorists want to use it

to take control of that region.

The plan is for you

and Comandante Veracruz...

to get there before that can happen.

- I trust we are in good hands?

- Of course. Thank you, sir.

Bye-bye.

- Let's meet the guys.

- Fantastic. Please.

- Hola, seor.

- Abajo.

So it was the standard drill.

I met Veracruz's team...

and we headed out up the mountains

toward the territory...

that this Espada Ardlente group

was occupying.

Spent a couple days driving up and down

mountains and getting carsick.

Not much to report,

at least until we got further north...

and started seeing some of the places

these guys had attacked.

It was mostly little stuff-

blown-up vehicles, some burnt campsites.

But it was enough to make me think

we had to get to this clinic ASAP...

make sure nothing happened.

The clinic was conveniently located

in the middle of nowhere.

After our long trek there, I figured

they'd offer us a beer for our trouble...

but they weren't exactly happy to see us.

Okay, this is just crazy.

Why would anyone attack the clinic?

I'm sorry, Doctor, but our intelligence

indicates there may be an attack.

And so what are we supposed to do, hmm?

Evacuate?

That would be best.

We can give you until tomorrow to-

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Tomor- Listen,

I got people in there too sick to move.

- How am I supposed to evacuate-

- Let me handle this.

American to American.

I'm Canadian.

Uh, North American to North American?

We're not trying

to bust your chops here...

but you're not gonna help your patients

if you guys get shot.

Listen, sir, we don't have any problems

with the Espada Ardiente, okay?

Un segundo.

Un segundo, okay? Please.

So just tell me how am I supposed

to evacuate my clinic by tomorrow?

Hi, Ben. Hi.

Why don't you go

and take care of the patient.

And I've got this.

Yeah? This way, soldier.

It's, uh, Commander actually.

Sorry about that.

- Yeah, what's his problem?

- He's a doctor.

It's his job to cure people.

You're a soldier. It's your job to kill them.

Take a wild guess

what his problem might be, bright eyes.

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