Sniper: Legacy

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Hey.

Simpson.

I didn't think you'd come.

We chewed the same sand.

Yeah, I'm still pickin' it outta my teeth.

Sh*t, man.

Long time.

How ya doin', Smitty?

I haven't heard that nickname

since Mission Sentinel.

I'm doin' good.

The German doctors down in Landstuhl,

they stitched me back together pretty well.

When'd you get outta that sandbox?

Couple of months back.

Doin' okay?

They say I am.

Hey, they broke me, they gotta fix me.

Welcome to the world.

Listen, Smitty, I know this is not a good

time to be lookin' for a job. But if...

I said I'm okay.

I got a line on a job

over at Sembach Annex,

training Army Snipers.

You know what they say,

"Those who can't, teach."

Well, the Army owes you that.

It's my daughter Alex at school.

I didn't know you had a kid.

I got two, Alex and Lucy.

Don't see much of 'em. Not anymore.

Sorry.

Yeah.

You guys threw me under the bus

on Sentinel.

We got sent on a bad mission

and people died.

They hung that friendly-fire sh*t on me.

Your gun did it.

I was ordered to fire.

And I was ordered by the Colonel

to give those orders.

Call it awash.

What are we doin' here, Smitty?

You got somethin' to say, say it.

Do you think that God will forgive us

for all the sh*t that we've done?

We did things right, most of the time.

We were drinkin' from the devil's cup.

That's just war.

So that's it?

That's it.

Just like that.

Manly

And I did mine.

Hey, did I tell ya?

- Getting my citizenship next month.

- Finally came through?

It pays to be a Marine.

God, I can't wait to

have that blue passport.

Well deserved.

So, Corporal,

you got an interesting nickname.

- Mango?

- Yeah, where'd it come from?

My first live op, we were in East Timor.

Thirty days in the jungle,

short on food supply.

Sol made my team a mango-snake salad.

What'd you season it with?

Sea salt.

Sounds good right about now.

- Movement, one o'clock.

- Range me.

Thirteen hundred.

On target.

- Hold scope.

- Wind?

It's comin' off the mountain

at our one o'clock,

quarter value,

push two clicks to the right.

Angle?

Descending 18 degrees, no adjustment.

More Syrians coming into Turkey.

Who can blame 'em?

Your move, Reese.

White rook captures F five.

F***.

That's it, son. Check and mate.

NS-Two, NS-Two, this is NS-One, over.

NS-One, this is NS-Two,

what's your traffic, over?

NS-Two, please advise

on your sit rep, over.

Livin' the dream, baby.

How's your focus?

Currently, I am focused

on cleaning my barrel.

I can see your silhouette.

Get back in your hide.

Can I shake first?

You got jokes?

Always.

Keeps me light, on the edge,

where I need to be.

You need to be on your scope.

I know you're a member of

the Green Jackets Team back in the UK,

but sniping isn't just about

shooting straight,

you also have to shoot first,

so get back on your rifle.

Tell Knucklehead riding shotgun

to put the chess set away.

Aye-aye.

Got something. Could be your guy.

12 o'clock.

This party's startin'.

NS-Two, put your dick away and lock it up.

Time to go to work.

Vehicle, belt-fed AK. They're coming heavy.

Call it out.

Target on ground. Head-wrap, sackcloth.

He's a real charmer.

Hey!

Do the math.

970 meters.

Wind, one-half value.

Angle, 13 degrees descending.

No adjustment.

On target.

Fire when ready.

Refugees are blocking my shot.

NS-Two, do you have a clean shot

to the Tango, over?

Give me a sec.

Go two up.

This is a senior Taliban.

If you have a clean shot,

send the mail now.

Roger that, over.

Put some lead on this guy, Reese.

Do it now!

Hey! Hey!

- Miss.

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