The Detonator Page #3

All right.

-Sir, but what about Dimitru?

-What about him?

You have a court date

in 48 hours.

If you don't show up, you will be

considered a fugitive, you hear me?

-Yes, sir. But can l explain--?

-No discussion.

Mak e sure you're on that plane, or

you're looking at 1 0 years in prison.

You got 48 hours, Griff.

-You understand?

-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Didn't take you long to find a bar.

A police station,

agency front opposite.

Bound to be a bar close by.

l always wondered what these

European soccer games were like.

Pretty much like everywhere else.

You show up, people running,

screaming. Random gunfire.

Yeah, it wasn't exactly random.

They were aiming at me.

You're on a flight

back to New York today.

lf you're good,

l'll put you in business class.

You will, huh? Why?

Do your old ClA buddies a favour, sit

next to a girl on the plane ride home.

-Check for somebody else.

-Nobody else available. Cutbacks.

Nadia Cominski.

Romanian, married to an accountant.

Locals picked her up at the airport

with a lot of cash.

Large denominations,

multiple currencies...

...and a dead husband

in their New York house.

l don't work

for the agency anymore.

Come on. l recommended you,

God help me.

Don't make me look bad.

-Griff, ours is not to reason why.

-Yeah, ours is just to do or die.

-What about first-class?

-Don't push it.

Give me something

l can work with on Dimitru.

There's nothing to give.

l'd like to know who was on

the other end of that cell phone.

-That before or after you burned him?

-l didn't burn him, l singed him.

-That's funny. Singed.

-Yeah.

Just like you singed Esperanto's

whole house back in Colombia?

He was a very bad man.

He was a very bad man.

Yeah, he was a very bad man.

-Thanks for bailing me out.

-Very nostalgic. Just like old times.

-Give me a gun and some cuffs.

-Come on, Griff, you know the rules.

l need a gun

if l'm gonna protect the witness.

Yeah, l'll see what l can do.

Don't forget the cuffs.

Your escort won't be here

for two hours.

Welcome to the party,

Mr. Sonni Griffith.

Yeah. Griffith will be fine.

-This is Griffith. Homeland Security.

-How you doing?

So where's my package?

-ClA hasn't lost her already, have you?

-Unfortunately, no.

Madam retired to the west wing

for a couple of hours.

Madam retired to the west wing.

-Sounds like a real prize.

-And you are the lucky winner.

Are you being followed?

Of course.

Lose them at the house.

Cl-f***ing-A.

-Wanna take the first watch out back?

-Love to.

Mrs. Cominski,

you have some pizza.

Are you hungry?

Does anyone know what...

...means?

Yeah. The hawk--

You know, like a bird--

He will f*** you in the ass.

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