Command Performance Page #4

That's bogus P R

crap from the label.

I first went to New

York City as

a teenager.

I was scared shitless.

Like now.

Scared shitless?

That means

really scared.

What did

you do?

I put on this

tough girl act.

What happened?

It made all the

sharks scared of me.

Sharks?

Bad guys.

You know,

criminals. Bandits.

I know.

We'll act tough and

that's how we'll

get through this.

Maybe we can

get in contact

with the outside

security forces.

They killed all

your security guys?

Yes.

And the President?

Last time I saw

him, he was alive.

They took him

and his family.

Wow, that's

some catch.

Venus and Petrov.

I wonder who's

worth more.

He mentioned a CD?

Yeah, that's right.

What does

it mean?

I'm a rocker.

A what?

I play

the drums.

No.

Keep it.

I don't want it.

Why?

They'll come

lookin' for

this guy.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's get him down.

We have to get

him medical help.

I know.

So where did

you learn hand-

to-hand combat?

I played a few

rough joints,

you know.

Crazy chicks, fans,

vodka. Fights.

One last time.

Who are you?

I was in a bike gang.

Back in California.

Motorcycles. You

know what that is?

Yes, I know.

That's why I

know how to fight!

You happy now?

So why don't

you want a gun?

Look, I'm sorry

about your buddy.

The guy with

the medal.

Leonid Gordov.

My Commander.

He was a hero.

A real hero.

What's happening?

Taking a break.

We'll get you

to a doctor.

A transfer,

in four equal parts,

of one billion

pounds sterling,

into the four South

African bank accounts

mentioned previously.

You have the

account numbers.

I fully

expect confirmation

of the monies transferred

by zero hundred hours

Moscow time.

That's midnight

to you civilians.

Or I will systematically

begin executing

the hostages.

Hello. Hello.

Anything?

No.

They cut

the lines.

Sh*t.

Wait a second.

I will begin with

the American

pop princess,

or our criminally

inept president,

or perhaps...

perhaps...

Perhaps one of his

precious daughters.

Major. Freeze

on the subject.

Give me a facial

recognition scan.

A billion pounds.

At least he's

not asking for

a lot of money.

Sir. Alpha in position.

Good.

That wasn't so

bad, was it?

See? I knew

you had it in you.

Send a patrol out

to find Anton.

He must be having

fun with that

TV b*tch.

Don't even think

about moving.

Approaching,

taking position.

Alpha One.

I wish we had

someone on the inside.

Major.

This is Agent

Mikhail Kapista.

Maybe we do.

Agent Mikhail Kapista.

President Petrov's

close security team.

Just assigned

this morning.

First day,

Agent Kapista?

It's a very difficult

tactical situation for

us, sir.

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