The Marksman Page #3

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That's a good idea.

Prime minister, hello.

Have you heard

from the Americans?

They want a rescue

and a preemptive air strike.

-They say it is in our best interests.

-Of course they would.

Their newfound obsession

has been exhilarating for them.

They are asking for us to counter

with a ground attack.

We can't make that promise.

Then lie.

Let them believe they're in charge.

The blame rests on their shoulders.

Has Zaysan found...

-...what he's looking for?

-lt's on its way to him as we speak.

We must let the Americans

take out the reactor.

l'll tell the president.

That reactor's got

reinforced concrete.

Sure there's a good spot

to take it out?

l'll find one.

The spec shows a narrow target area

for it to implode.

lt's all about minimal damage

on this op.

We go in, locate the hostages,

paint the target...

...and then get out

before anyone knows we're there.

Any questions?

Yeah. Well, how close on our ass

is the air strike?

They'll be right on our ass.

That's why we gotta make it quick.

Well, how hot is it

around the reactor site?

A small company of Zaysan's loyalists

are protecting his ass there.

The rest of the rebel troops

are across the river, 20 miles south.

Captain, this being

a stealth op and all...

...we gotta leave Orin behind.

You can see his fat ass a mile away.

Go blow yourself, a**hole.

Quit it. Let's pack and roll, people.

-Jacks here.

-What is happening now?

We're moving forward.

The team's on its way.

We have a man

shadowing the container.

Our forces are ready to intercept it.

Have them hold off

until the plant is secured...

...or those hostages

are as good as dead.

Hey, Hargs.

Man, l did some checking on him.

Total malfunction in Bosnia.

He painted the wrong target.

We're talking

major collateral damage.

Yo, what's your name?

What do we call you?

Yeah.

What's your name, dude?

lf it comes to having to save your ass,

l wanna know your name.

Worry about saving your ass,

l'll worry about saving mine.

All right, people, let's roll.

We're losing the signal.

Must be on a real ride.

Those are 70-mile-an-hour

wind gusts.

ls there a problem, major?

l hope not.

Ready to deploy chutes on my mark.

Mark.

Chutes open.

Off the target.

Well, there's nothing more we can do

to help them now.

They're on their own up there.

Painter.

Hargs.

l took a local reading, sir.

Their comsets are down.

Well, they were due east of us.

So let's pack and go.

Sir.

This way.

-Morning, Mr. Secretary.

-Morning, John.

We have a green light, sir.

The team's on the ground.

When will the target be lit?

Two hours, at most.

One of our satellites will pick up

the Painter's signal.

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