Jack Reacher: Never Go Back Page #4

I didn't eat this morning.

I feel light headed.

Can you get me something from the

officers mess? Sandwich maybe?

Open the door please. 22:42000

44000 We're done here.

Move.

Open BA201.

Ma'am, these men are here to transfer you.

Who are they?

I asked you a question, who are they?

Are you gonna answer me?

Reacher? What is this?

Hold! Stand down!

- These men are here to kill you.

- What?

They killed Moorcroft.

- Wait, what?

- Last night, in his apartment.

And now they're gonna kill you.

Soldier, you know who I am?

I need you to stand down.

- You've been relieved of command ma'am.

- There's no time.

I want to know who told you...

That soldier was under my command.

We don't have time for this.

Get his bags and his papers.

I left explicit orders

for you to stay away.

- Orders? You ordered me?

- Yes, I knew you'd do something like this.

Don't make me regret it.

Espin? What did you do to him?

He'll be fine.

- This is insane.

- Does this mean dinner's off?

- Act angry.

- I am angry.

- Prisoner transfer.

- Lieutenant Sullivan coming in.

Open BA211.

- Hey wait a second.

- Move!

His keys, give me his keys.

- What kind of car would my lawyer be driving?

- A black sedan.

Damn ..

- Hurry up now, let's go!

- Survey the perimeter.

- Secure the service lot.

- Move! Move! Move quick! - Let's go!

Food truck.

- Move! - Move in!

Clear!

They're in the food truck! Stop that truck!

Go! .. Go! Go!

- Go! Go! - Move!

- Out of the truck! - Hands up now!

- Get them out of that truck.

Open!

Clear!

So now I'm a fugitive from justice.

And a traitor to your

country, don't forget that.

Why do I feel like you're enjoying this?

You have a very interesting way

of saying thank you.

Were those men really gonna kill me?

Thank you.

Nice job.

Oh, his ass is mine. - XO, one of our

vehicles has been hijacked, L67.

All units suspects

travelling MP vehicle L67.

Primary is Jack Reacher, white male

who is considered armed and dangerous.

Secondary is Major Susan Turner, female

wearing military fatigues, white, age 34.

- Really? - Shut up.

We need to ditch this car

and get into my email.

Alright people, lets go, lets go.

Where the hell are they?

Specialist, have the

state troopers called back yet?

- On it sir. - Alright has anybody heard

from the Capitol police?

Anybody? Anything .. a location, something?

Is there still an internet

cafe around here?

- Pennsylvania and North Street.

- Take us there please.

Should have gone to Afghanistan myself.

Merkovich and Cibelli

were my responsibility.

The job is about giving orders.

Did you ever lose anyone

on your watch Reacher?

My men weren't killed by the Taliban.

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