La scintilla

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Don't wake me

I'm dreaming

Dreaming of being with you

Don't...

Don't wake me

I'm dreaming

Dreaming of being...

Jim. Jim, it's a job.

It's a job, Jim.

It's Harris.

Jim.

Jim.

We've got a gig, Jim.

We're gonna get you out. Yeah?

Pay the general,

no firing squad,

Gulf Stream at the airport.

Hostiles, minimal.

Local assets on the surface.

Once inside the underground

facility, nothing.

- Why me?

- You're a specialist,

Mr. Powell.

We don't want to start a war.

We want discretion and speed.

- We take out the scientist...

- "Take out"?

The research Dr. Irvine

is involved in

is at a very advanced stage.

We need to strike immediately

before the work is complete

and Dr. Irvine disappears.

You'll be escorting

Dr. Healy here

into the facility.

She knows the research,

and will direct you

in what to take.

She'll be in charge.

I've put the team back together.

The old team, yeah?

Your team.

They're ready to go.

- Who's this?

- Spencer, meet Powell.

Spencer is company security.

He's with me.

- No surprises.

- No passengers on this gig.

He's part of the deal.

What do you mean,

he's part of the deal?

Is he part of the deal, Doug?

He works for the company.

You okay, boss?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just been a while.

I'm okay.

Shit.

Mines.

Boss, bike tracks.

They seem to go straight

through the minefield.

Recent?

- Looks like a regular route.

- New and old tracks.

But we're taking

a hell of a risk.

Okay, Mason. Give it a go.

- Stay in the tracks.

- Should we go around?

No. We're on a tight schedule.

Your schedule.

Everyone off the path.

Now! Now!

F*ck it.

Shhh.

Shhh.

Spencer.

Put it away.

Shhh.

It's a perimeter patrol.

Probably does this route

two or three times a day.

Chechens.

Terrorists, paid goons.

They're killers, murderers,

rapists.

The usual.

This used to be

Soviet army barracks.

Twenty-five miles around here

in every direction

was ethnically cleansed.

The poor guys in the cages

are dissidents,

rebels, civilians, you name it.

- The facility?

- Underneath.

Cold War bunker system.

Not much info on it.

You'll need to ask her

about that.

The militia leader,

El Dictator there,

likes to douse the prisoners

in oil and set them alight.

Hobby of his.

It's time.

Williams, come in.

- Are you in position?

- For f*ck's sake.

Uh, you could say that.

Proceed, and good luck.

- Let me do the talking, Harris.

- I'll get us in.

I bet you weren't expecting

this welcoming committee.

Looks like a raiding party

coming back.

- Look at that one.

- He should be at school.

Ah...

Jesus Christ.

Okay,

this is the main militia base.

Looks like dissidents

brought in for questioning.

Shit. Here we go.

In position. I can take

the two on the right of the car.

- See you.

- I have three-four this side.

- It didn't sound like Russian.

- F*ck.

That definitely isn't Russian.

- Local dialect.

- They're not Russians.

They're Uzbeks.

- Jesus Christ, Harris.

- What the...?

Harris, for f*ck's sake.

- Corry, you seeing this?

- I'm seeing it.

What the f*ck are you doing,

Harris?

- Vodka.

- Harris has been drinking again.

Steinmann, Corry,

- get ready, make it clean.

- Wait.

Bugger.

We're in.

Stand by, everyone. Stand by.

Where the f*ck did you learn

to talk like that?

I'm not just a pretty face,

me, you know.

Bingo. I've got it.

Be at the north wall

in 12 minutes.

The north wall is clear.

I repeat,

the north wall is clear.

Which part?

Shmitovsky Prospekt.

And you?

What's wrong with our system?

Just replacing several cables

and a couple of blown fuses.

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