Killer Elite Page #2

Yeah, mate, you still got it.

You still got that edge.

You're a real killer!

Come on, let's talk.

While you were away,

you didn't start a family, did you?

No.

So no one's depending on you.

Only Hunter.

Only Hunter.

Because one

you're going after the SAS.

They're a paranoid bunch.

They've always got their back up.

Two. You need info on Oman.

No one talks about Oman.

They went in there as advisers

and ended up fighting the f***ing war.

Real hush-hush, semi-mercenary stuff.

Three. You need confessions.

They're trained to resist torture,

so no matter what you say or do,

they'll say nothing.

And four, Danny,

this is the best Special Forces Regiment

in the world.

They make the Navy Seals look like

a bunch of cupcakes and not only that,

you're trying to take down

three of their geezers

and make it look like an accident.

All I'm asking is give it some thought.

Take a day, more if you want.

I'm going anyway.

Course I'm in, you silly bastard.

It's what we do, right?

Anyway, I got a score to settle

with them.

I tried out for them

when I was in the Paras.

Did Hereford, the whole f***ing lot!

What? And they wouldn't have you.

You want this bottle shoved up your ass?

Are you upset? Would you like a lolly?

I'd love a lolly.

Strawberry, or f*** you?

Meier.

In.

Why?

Ah, six million reasons.

So what's the split?

After the Agent takes his slice,

fifty-fifty between you two.

Fifty-fifty? How about you?

I'm in this for Hunter.

How wonderfully touching.

Touching but f***ing stupid.

The Sheikh could only ID

one of the killers.

I need you to come up

with the names on the other two.

Start with the one

they killed at Mirbat.

So the one target we do have is

Steven Douglas Harris.

He stayed on in Oman after the war.

Ended up flying choppers for

the Sultan's armed forces.

Great. A juice junkie.

Me and Meier will head there

to track him down.

Boys? Danny.

Meier.

What the f***! Oh piss off!

Piss off!

It's Harris!

Harris, you prick! F*** off!

Well, I hope the buggers like sand

in their burgers, huh?

White Range Rover coming your way.

It's Harris.

What are you doing?

Come on, have a go.

No, I'm not.

Have a go. Look, just aim and shoot.

Go! Here we go!

Oh you horny git!

Come on! Come on!

All right, ladies, you can throw

your knickers if you want!

Go on, you cheeky bugger!

You serve in Oman?

That Mirbat. That was a day, wasn't it.

What about Mirbat,

that was a right mess, eh.

Wasn't good.

Had a mate there.

Go on, get that, quick!

Yeah, all right. All right.

Bollocks.

Hello?

Spikey, it's Bazza.

For God's sake.

I'm unplugging that bloody thing

next time, and I mean it!

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