Direct Contact Page #5

No, but others have tried.

We're in trouble.

People are trying to kill us.

Hold still, okay?

Sorry. lt just grazed you.

You're lucky.

Lucky Mike.

Good as new.

Who'd you call?

Don't lie to me.

A friend. Someone l can trust

who'll help us.

Well how do you know

you can trust him?

The same way

l know l can trust you.

Sir...

we got a problem.

- What do you mean?

- This guy's a loose cannon.

Take a look at this.

Michael Riggins.

Ex-Marine Corps.

Weapons transporter.

Honorable discharge.

Prison time.

Solitary.

Guy is a goddamn

out of control mercenary.

This is worse than we thought.

Get me a flight to Gourna.

Hey. Come here.

lt'll be all right. Come on.

Vlado.

Ana.

- l knew it.

- He's here to help us.

Yeah. Sure.

Are you all right, Ana?

l'm fine.

You have caused me

much trouble.

- l'm sorry to hear that.

- Help us Vlado, please.

- They're trying to kill us.

- Okay.

l will take you

to the American Embassy in Luka.

l'll take care of her.

l always have.

Well, l'm still comin' with you.

l have some unfinished business.

Vlado.

Well, why am l not surprised?

Time to show you the money,

Mike.

l assume we still have a deal.

Not that you have much choice

at this point.

Pick it up and walk away.

- What about Ana?

- l'll take care of her.

l promise.

Take the car.

- Vlado wont need it.

- Mike.

What are you doing?

Everything'll be fine.

So it really

was all about the money?

Bastard.

Don't worry.

Well, Princess.

What do you want?

Your father was either

a sentimental old fool...

or he felt guilty about...

f***ing your mother

and not marrying her.

What are you talking about?

He left the controlling interest

of Robbin lndustries to you.

You must be kidding.

l have no interest

in his dirty business.

That's good.

Then you won't have any trouble

signing this.

lt's a pre-notarized

transfer deed...

of your controlling interest

in Robbin lndustries.

So all's it needs

is your signature.

Transfer to who?

- Your uncle, Trent Robbins.

- Uncle Trent?

He's behind all this?

He's your father's brother.

Somebody has to run

the business, right?

No, this is all wrong.

He can't do this.

What do you care?

- Just sign the f***in' paper.

- No, you'll kill me anyway.

You stupid b*tch.

Sign the document.

No.

You are either

going to sign this document...

or l'm gonna have little pieces

of your brain all over it.

Do you understand me?

Where the f***

did he come from?

He saved us.

l'm sorry. He was a good man.

Drago, he's heading

out of town in your direction.

- Cut him off.

- Copy that.

One down.

Watch out.

There they are. Keep on 'em.

Hang on.

Cut them off.

Get on 'em.

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