Good Kill Page #3

Put in one UAV tour, they said.

I'm on my third.

You got a family.

Must be nice, you know,

go home and see them every day.

We're on duty.

Where superpowers go to die.

Not the British, not the Soviets, not us.

Genghis f***ing Khan

couldn't hold onto this f***ing place.

No one wins a war in Afghanistan.

The only way to win is never put a boot

on the ground. Stay two miles above it.

We have put in 600 Reaper hours

on this target, sir.

May I respectfully suggest

that we got the wrong address?

That's not what our intel's saying, Major.

It's a safe house

for the new Number Two.

Who's she?

Our intel says she's not related.

Housekeeper.

I always think they can see us.

At 10,000 feet, even if she stared

straight at us, she couldn't see us.

I get tired just watching her work.

My wife by the f***ing pool,

she wouldn't last a day over there.

- He's getting good.

- Focus on the compound.

Well, as much as I would like to

watch her put her son to sleep,

I gotta be home before my kids wake up.

- It's all yours, Major.

- Yeah. Good night, sir.

- Is that the target?

- No.

Our target's as round as he is tall.

That's not him.

What is he doing?

Sh*t.

Jesus.

Hey, Tommy.

So, I heard you want to

go back to combat.

You told Molly yet?

Not yet.

Well, don't take this the wrong way,

but are you out of your f***ing mind?

I mean, look around, buddy.

We can come home at night.

We can see our kids,

we can get laid and not worry that

there's some other prick going there.

Listen, I don't even know

if it's going to happen.

It's a big f***ing mistake.

- Get him!

- Get him!

Hey, hey! You don't shoot the chef.

What are you, crazy?

Hey, get out of here. No, no, no, no, no!

Come on. I'll cook you.

Come on, no, no, get out of here.

I'll cook both of you.

He's quiet. Does he ever get angry?

Almost never.

What happens when he gets angry?

He gets more quiet.

I'm gonna get a refill.

Wow.

Look at you.

You went all out today, Mrs. Egan.

Shucks.

Cheers.

What is this?

You're resigning?

- You're up for promotion.

- I was going to talk to you about it.

- The pay grade alone...

- Just...

It's only if I don't get

a seat on the Viper.

Combat? That's what you want to do?

So you can worry the kids sick again.

So you never see them or me.

Is it so bad, what you're doing now?

You're still making people safer, right?

I mean, what's going on at the base?

I mean, no one else in the service cares

about the security clearance bullshit.

- I'm your f***ing wife.

- It's not about the clearance.

I just don't want to rehash it.

It doesn't do any good.

If I have a sh*t day, why dump it on you?

Does it help me? Does it help you?

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