Sniper Page #4

Any new intelligence

has to come through me!

A local contact- Father Ruiz.

He's a priest in the village of Sangre.

They'll give us specifics on the meeting

when we get there.

Wind coming off the water at 3:00.

One click right.

Make that two clicks.

Which one is he?

l can't tell who he is.

He's the baseball fan.

He's a f***ing American !

He's a f***ing spook.

Ex-ClA.

l met him once up in El Salvador.

Now he's an enforcer

for the cocaine monkeys.

l'll take out the lieutenant.

You concentrate on him.

Now put a f***ing bullet

through his heart!

Do it! Feel the rush !

Breathe.

Nail that motherf***er now!

What the hell did you just do, sniper?

l just wanted to show you

that l owned that situation.

Bullshit! You fired a spoiler.

You saw him go down.

He's dead!

l didn't see sh*t!

l didn't see him hit!

For Christ sake! You gave him

a warning shot!

l hit him!

l had him in my sights,

no doubt about it.

You'd better be right.

From now on...

one shot, one kill.

No exceptions. Do you understand?

What? Now they blame us for this?

But they sure as hell

ain't gonna help us.

Patrols.

You really get off on this sh*t,

don't you?

lt's just a job.

l don't think about it much.

So that's the secret:

not thinking.

What are you doing here?

This assignment was supposed to be

a piece of cake.

You're in, you're out. You go back home.

You reap the rewards.

Washington brass loves this sh*t.

They never said anything about

a goddamn jungle creep, that's for sure.

Yeah, well. Those guys wouldn't.

lt seems so far away.

- What?

- My life.

l read your dossier before l came.

You had 74 confirmed kills.

lt's not about numbers.

The only one that really mattered

was the first one.

That was the toughest one

for you, right?

First one?

Yeah.

Seventy-four, that's...

a lot of faces to carry around.

Yeah, well.

You put them in the back of your mind...

and you just keep on going.

Until they decide

not to stay in the back of your mind.

You may find this hard to believe...

but l'd take a nice office

on the Hill over this sh*t any day.

Sitting in an office,

giving other men orders to kill...

ain't no different than putting

a bullet in a man's heart.

Let me tell you something.

lt's the same goddamn thing.

- You hear that?

- An AK.

- l know that hammer recoil.

- Yeah.

And l think l know

who that single shot is.

He's behind us.

Who is this guy?

l think he's the guy

that killed Papich.

lt ain't the first time

he's been on my trail.

He's a Panamanian l trained.

His name's DeSilva.

Now he's a f***ing mercenary.

This is ridiculous. l can't sleep here.

lt's a good spot.

Stagnant. Liver flukes,

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