Death Fighter Page #5

And remember,

Draco said no guns.

This time you're not getting away.

Yeah.

That's the only word

that I know in Thai.

Can I help you...

with something?

I might not be a doctor

but I'm a good help.

Mya!

Mya!

Are you OK?

I'm fine. My dear Sergeant

father taught me to fight.

He talks?

What did he say?

Don't worry, it was good.

You impressed him.

He shouldn't be that impressed.

They killed private Mya

and we were right there.

He was the only one who knew

the way to Draco's camp.

From private Mya.

He told it was from

the Nelse Mountains.

We are going to Draco's camp.

No, it's too dangerous.

Dangerous is living in

a world with Draco.

Only I know the way.

Stop!

What was that?

Burmese landmine.

Damn it! I didn't think

they'd be out this far!

It's pressure sensitive.

You have to keep your foot on it.

Trust me.

He said that before,

what does that mean?

Will you just tell me?

I might die!

- You're not gonna die.

- What are you doing? - Think positive.

You can't disarm a bomb from back there!

- "Tiger White".

- What?

White Tiger.

Sometimes it takes

a stubborn tiger like you

to get a reluctant tiger like to fight.

And you're white.

Bobby, no!

Thanks, man.

You owe me!

Thanks.

What did he say?

Stupid lion.,

Stupid tiger.

Time to rest.

We will camp here for the night.

How much further to Draco's camp?

Very close.

Two kilometers.

I'm gonna check the perimeter.

Otto!

You are very brave.

You're the one who's brave.

You've been dealing with

Draco longer than any of us.

This will bring you luck.

It was my father's.

It kept him safe in combat.

Thank you.

Hey, are you OK?

This was a lot easier

when I was your age.

It does not look like

it's slowed you down much.

Thanks, man.

I never would have made

it this far without you.

You still got a long way to go.

You ever considered drinking less?

Why would I wanna do that?

You can't drown your past.

You're right.

Drunk or sober,

I can still hear my men screaming.

I lead my men on a

black op to find Draco.

The trouble with a black operation is,

somebody finds out,

it's not black anymore.

Draco was waiting for us.

We were captured,

tortured,

killed.

Everyone except me, that is.

It's not your fault.

Who says?

Listening to your own men,

screaming...

one after another?

This flask belonged to Sawat.

He was 21 years old.

Just got married.

He was looking forward

to starting a family.

Water?

I quit drinking when I realized

we might actually be able to get Draco.

Without you...

both of you...

I would've never attempted this.

So thank you, Michael.

Thank you.

Are they Burmese army?

Highly skilled mercenaries,

who used to be part of the Burmese army.

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