The Marksman Page #5

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but a stinking woman.

Let's go see Flintov.

This is it.

This is the entrance

to reactor number three?

-You sure?

-Absolutely.

Go.

Orin, Hightop, stay with the civilians.

Son of a b*tch.

Sh*t, that makes seven.

We're moving out.

We can't just leave them here.

He's right, captain.

These are Americans.

l don't like it either, but we gotta

make evac. That's five klicks away.

We got no time

to be carrying bodies.

Leave the dead.

Let's move out.

You know the right target?

Do you?

Just do your thing, Painter.

Move out, Hargs.

We have confirmation.

The target is lit.

The countdown starts now,

gentlemen.

We have a go for extraction.

Repeat, we have a go for extraction.

Prep the chopper on pad five.

Yes, sir, we copy.

We'll just be waiting for a call.

All right, Helo One,

you're cleared for takeoff.

We'll see you on the other side.

Roger that, Mother.

Contact Wingate Field,

report status to Colonel Reynolds.

So tell me, how long did you...?

Still no contact.

Radio silence maintained.

Evac operation still on schedule.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

l told you.

Stay awake. Stay awake.

How much further?

Marking time on 0345 hours.

Evac's at 0500 hours.

Painter, don't be late.

Jacks here.

-Good morning. How are you?

-Fine.

-And you, Mikhail?

-Waiting for news.

-What is happening?

-Less than an hour to evac.

-But no word?

-They're still under radio silence.

Look, there's another call

l have to take.

l'll get back to you

as soon as l can, okay?

Okay.

Amanda, you better get in here.

The target's set

and the chopper's inbound.

This is it.

Painter, this is Naish.

-Painter, this is Naish. Do you copy?

-Roger that, Naish.

l'm one klick to your rear

and closing fast.

Everything's cool.

Let's break some f***ing

radio silence.

Raptor, this is Big Bad Wolf.

Do you read?

This is Raptor.

Wolf, what's your situation?

Piggies assembled

and one is on his way.

-What's his E TA ?

-Fifteen minutes, at most.

Copy that. What about the prize?

Two onboard,

five fatalities pre-extraction.

-Final approach, Wolf.

-Copy that, Raptor. Over and out.

Get ready.

Let's move.

Let's move. Get in!

Hargs, move it. Let's go, fast.

This is too easy.

Much too easy.

We got a problem.

-What problem?

-l think we're being set up.

-What's wrong?

-He thinks we've been set up.

-Grenade!

-Grenade!

-Where is it?!

-Get it out! Get it out! Let's go!

lt's gonna blow! lt's gonna blow!

Where is it?

-Hands up. Don't move.

-Hands up! Hands up!

Stay where you are.

You, don't move!

Stand still.

Jesus Christ. That crazy b*tch

could've killed me.

We are grateful to you, Mr. Moffit.

Let's keep them alive...

...for now.

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