Silent Trigger

Range.

Eighteen hundred.

Windage.

Half-force crosswind.

Twelve knots standard.

Right.

Bring it over six clicks.

Target approaching kill zone.

Right sector.

Copy.

Ground zero to

eagle one and two, copy.

Eagle two copy.

We have

target acknowledgement.

Yeah.

- Range on target?

- 1180.

- It's time.

- Green light.

Red light. No clear shot.

Open fire.

Negative.

No clear shot.

Eagle one, this is an order.

Open fire now!

- Negative.

- Target obstructed, sir. Do it!

Eagle two, eagle one has

malfunctioned. Terminate him.

Damn it, man, just do it!

Just do it!

- This is an order: Terminate eagle one.

- Go!

Repeat, terminate eagle one!

Go!

So where do we go from here?

Open the fuckin' box.

Slowly.

Oh, shit. Mushrooms.

I told you, no mushrooms.

Now i gotta pick 'em off...

one by one.

I'm not laughing.

How 'bout i buy a beer?

Make you feel better?

Trust me, after a couple of nights,

you'll be begging for

a little bit of excitement.

This is one boring tomb.

I'll let you know

when i'm that bored.

You do that. Cheers.

What's this?

Aw, shit. I hope my cable isn't out too.

I'm taping the game.

Shouldn't we be

doing something?

Bingo! Back on line.

- I'm gonna check it out.

- Check what out?

If you don't wanna talk to me,

why don't you just say so?

I don't wanna talk to you.

Fine. How long they

got you on the shift for?

'Cause i'm having you

shifted to mornings.

You're one hell

of a pain in the ass!

Eager beavers.

God bless 'em.

O'hara?

O'hara, are you there?

Come on, o'hara. Copy.

Copy if you're there, o'hara.

Uh, yeah, yeah. What's up?

A woman with a work order.

Says she's supposed to check out

some computers in the penthouse.

Computers? In an empty suite

on a sunday night?

What a concept. Nobody said

we'd be having any company.

she must be making

one shitload of overtime.

May i?

That's right.

And the people that are paying

your salary are not gonna appreciate...

- me wasting my time and their money.

- Of course.

I'm sure they just forgot to notify us.

Okay, pal. Stop wasting the lady's time.

- I'm sure she doesn't wanna be here all night.

- I don't.

You'll have to excuse

the accommodations.

Nobody's been too anxious to cough up

the cash to finish this, uh...

...piece of"techno-shit"?

- Yeah.

Techno-shit.

I like that.

Elevator's right here.

You know, i could get into this computer

stuff myself. How difficult could it be?

- Yeah, right.

- So what do you do with 'em?

- I deal with electromagnetic field interference.

- Ah.

- Like radioactive microwave bullshit, huh?

- Just like that.

How come management never told me

about the penthouse being rented?

I don't know.

Maybe you're just out of the loop.

Ah, yeah. Well, i don't like

being out of the loop.

Especially with some smart-ass bitch

just popping out of the woodwork.

Come here.

- T.f. b.

- Hmm?

What?

"Too fucking bad. "

Now start the elevator.

You wanna be tough,

huh, bitch?

You have five seconds to take

your sticky little fingers off of me.

Four...

you haven't got the balls.

That's about to be your problem.

Three...

i don't think you can do it.

I'm sure it's not much of a target,

but we're at real close range.

So what now, pretty lady?

You rest...

for a minute...

and i'll drive.

You know, you're just

a type "a" computer geek,

right down to your little plastic

pocket protector for your. 357.

Well, there's a lot

of creeps out there.

Uh-huh.

See you later.

Not if i see you first.

F*ck! Bitch.

You look worked up.

Shut up, man! I liked you better

when you didn't say anything.

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