Sniper Page #6

We should make our shots easy at dawn.

What? This mission is over.

Our contact is dead! All we do now

is get the hell out of here!

l've never turned back on a mission

in my life, and l ain't gonna start now.

Such gung-ho bullshit! Without the

specifics, it's a suicide mission !

They all are! l wouldn't be out here

unless l was ready to die!

We've got our location.

We've got our targets.

- And we got a time frame!

- You're out of your f***ing mind!

l'm not going!

l've had enough of your mewling!

Shut your f***ing mouth !

- l'm not going with you !

- The hell your aren't!

You have no choice!

-lt'll never work.

-We're going where they won't expect us.

Jar head. F***ing flag-top lifer.

We camp here.

We'll make our final approach

to the hacienda at dawn.

Wait a minute, okay?

Now, at the village you said we were

three clicks away from the hacienda.

That is three clicks.

We've been walking for miles.

We don't walk in straight lines.

Get some sleep.

l'll take the first watch.

Move out at 0400.

You sleep here.

Son of a b*tch! You used me as bait?

You were never really in any danger.

We're about 100 yards out.

This is our rendezvous point.

lf l don't show, you cross country

to the nearest river...

follow it downstream to the coast.

Whatever.

Hacienda, 12:
00.

The most logical position would be...

to take our shots from that tree line

over there.

But they're going to be expecting that.

So somehow, we gotta get in the clear

to make our shots.

When Ochoa arrives...

l figure we got ten seconds

after they greet...

and then we drop them.

Then we gotta fire

our shots simultaneously...

or they're gonna vector in

on our positions.

Here's Ochoa. He's yours.

There's a clear shot from that

metal utility shed. You got coverage.

That's your position.

l'll be on the other side

of the village.

We'll both be...

thousand yards out.

You listening, Miller?

Get below.

There better not be any doubt

about your shot this time.

One shot. One kill.

This ain't a f***ing game out here!

- You blow it, and l'll tear-

- You'll what?

You'll kill me?

Come on. Say it, Beckett.

You just get it right.

Son of a b*tch!

You lying bastard!

F***ing truck's blocking my shot.

What are you doing?

Where is he?

Oh, sh*t, Miller!

You're out in the open !

F***.

Sh*t! Miller, someone's seen you.

What are you doing?

Alvarez.

Ochoa.

Ten...

nine...

eight, seven-

Lady, move!

One.

One, Beckett! One!

Oh, sh*t.

- Did you get Ochoa?

- Yes, l got Ochoa.

What happened to you?

What were you doing in that barn?

lt doesn't matter. We gotta try and get

back and try and hit Alvarez after dark.

What, another shot? Are you crazy?

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