The Marine 4: Moving Target Page #3

Give me the keys.

Bad idea.

Out there on your own, you're too exposed.

- No, I'm going to the cops.

- Whoever ambushed us will have that covered.

I appreciate you saving my life,

but I don't know you.

I don't know anyone. In fact, you

guys have a rat in your company,

which means there's really

only one person that I can trust... me.

Give me the damn car keys.

I can't do that.

You think I won't blow

your head off right here?

Maybe.

My job is to protect you.

I give you the keys, I'm not doing my job.

You ever hear the term semper fi?

"Always faithful"?

So what, you're a marine?

Is that supposed to put my mind at ease?

Yeah, it should.

But I don't give a sh*t if it does or not.

We don't have time for this. So either

shoot me or let me do my damn job.

I won't let them get to you.

So you trust me now?

This is our boy. Jake Carter.

Force recon marine. Just back from

Afghanistan. Been here a few weeks.

He still has war in his blood.

But he's alone. No chain of command.

He'll follow the plan.

You okay in there?

Yeah. Just one sec, please.

- You sure you're okay?

- Yeah. I said give me a sec, all right?

Sorry. It's just-

We gotta get moving.

Is there anything to eat? I'm starved.

Eat up.

Yeah, that's not food. I'm not eating that.

Is there anything organic?

Organic? There you go.

Get your stuff. We're leaving.

Get back in one of the rooms.

Don't come out unless I say so.

If anything happens,

get out of here and don't look back.

Drop it.

Jake.

I said drop it now.

Now!

Jake.

- Jake, what the hell is this?

- That's what I wanna know.

- Didn't think anyone made it out.

- No one else did.

Except you two.

After you and Tanis broke free, we found

an opportunity to get away, and we took it.

Yeah, we saw you drive away with the girl.

Good man.

Where'd you get the car?

We borrowed it from a very patriotic

redneck we stumbled across.

Look, Jake, I get it.

You don't know who to trust.

Exactly.

Okay.

But if I was dirty, I wouldn't come

back here with just one more gun.

I'd hit you hard.

I know who these guys are, okay?

Jake, it's me.

Can I put my hands down, please?

All right.

Who are they?

His name is Simon Vogel.

Former South African Special Forces.

We used to use him for odd jobs

when we couldn't afford the visibility.

Then he went... became unstable.

There was a job in Beirut. Things got

real messy, and we had to cut him loose.

I didn't even know he was still alive.

His team?

If it's the same crew he used to run with,

they're all former tier-one operators...

best money can buy.

How did he know our route?

Just like you suspect.

Someone tipped him off from the inside.

Exactly.

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