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This guy's kinda dorky lookin'.
Kirill, the sniper. Looks like a bookworm, but he had 72 confirmed kills in Chechnya, they called him the "Finger of God". Assassination and weapons.
Yorgi masterminded the takeover of three Red Mafiya clans. Cops called it "blood week". He combined all of their global enterprises into one huge crime syndicate: Anarchy 99.
"Anarchy" 99"?
What are you gonna do? They're Euro trash.
What weapons do you have?
Just about anything I want, it looks like. This is gonna be tough, though. There's no way to save this game. I gotta get it right the first time through.
What do you get if you finish?
Nothing, really. My guy is just doing it to stay alive.
Oh. I bet by the end he gets something out of it.
Like what?
He gets to be the hero.
Whatchu doing here?
Oh, I don't know. It was an accident.
That's some accident, hombre. You accidentally fall out of a plane in the middle of the night and land up in my back yard.
We seen this kind of parachutes before, you know. U.S. Army. You got some friends here, jump out with you guys?
We're antisocial. We don't have any friends.
We're on to the game, ese. You got the fake blood splattered all over the walls, you got your torture tools... It's all very cute. But come on, let's quit while you're ahead. I'm only trying to save you a beatin'.
You saving me? You talking pretty tough for a guy got himself chained to the ceiling.
Alright. You wanna eat through a tube, be my guest.
Now you're gonna make me enjoy this, funny guy. Now I'm gonna take the whole foot off. Whatchu think of that?
What do you have?
Not a whole helluva lot. His final transmission was mangled. About something or someone called "Ahab". Whatever it is, it cost him his life.
He was the best there was. That makes three agents lost.
They're ruthless and they have a lot of firepower. It's only a matter of time before they figure out how to deploy Silent Night. Then we're gonna have a catastrophe on our hands.
Silent Night in the hands of a bunch of impertinent cowboys
We're gonna have to step in, Sam. Those CIA boys couldn't find a clown in a field of cactus. Let me take care of it.
How will you fix it?
I'll go in with a team. But first I'm going to need some intel. I'll have to put someone inside, someone new, someone they won't see coming. One of their own.
So you'll dredge the bottom again. You've done that before. The results were... uneven.
You wanna find out about rats, ask a rat. I've had my people put together a talent pool. I downloaded it to your desktop.
The usual prospects. Convicts, contract killers, murde...
The scum of the Earth.
But programmable. And expendable.
I've seen enough. Turn it off.
They're degenerates. There's not a man in there that would give a damn if the Chinese took over.
That's exactly why we need them.
Ridiculous. Cut him off. I'm sorry Gibbons, you pulled up a shark this time.
I think we should send him whatever he wants.
You what? A wire transfer of this size?
If it means getting Silent Night back, absolutely.
You're talking about a very expensive risk here.
He's gotten closer in 24 hours than all of the other operatives combined. He got us an account number to boot. Now even if he's just dumb and lucky, I say we back his play. I put him out there, Sam. If he doesn't come up with the money, they'll kill him. I can't let that happen.
Why not? You were going to throw him in a tub full of acid, weren't you?
Alright, do what you want. But keep the screws on him. He's a wild card. That could be either good or bad.
So the odds are up to fiftyfifty? I can deal with that.
Who the hell are you?
The name's Gibbons. You were saying?
What is this place?
Looks like a diner.
Diner, huh? Let me tell you what the problem is. I wake up drugged to find what? You've got a "salesman" over here reading a three week old newspaper. He's pulling a 211 with a "trucker", who happens to be packing a cop issue H&K 9mm. I get tipped that something is going down when she passes me a note. How's that for twisted logic? How did she know there was trouble unless they pulled the guns before I "walked" in? And if that's true, why'd they stop and wait until I woke up to gaffle the money? Then I notice how beefy they both are. Hell, even the waitress is cut. All three of them look like they went through the same training program. Ergo they ain't strangers and this isn't what it seems. That's how I knew yoyo wouldn't get a round off even if I gave him all day. Why?
Most guys we ran through this either took off or helped them rob the place. I expected you to do the same.
That shows me already that you don't have a clue. What's it to you, anyway?
Whether you thought this was for real or not, you jumped in and helped the waitress on instinct. That tells me something about your character.
Good for you. Now why don't you stop wasting my time and tell me what you want. You didn't go through all this for my benefit.
It's your lucky day. You just might get the chance to pay back our wonderful country for all the freedom you enjoy.
A Fed, I shoulda known. Who else would have this kind of budget? Now you're gonna hit me with the sales pitch.
Alright, Cage, you've got me. This is one of those moments. "Many are called, few are chosen", that kind of thing. Your government needs you. Are you up for the challenge?
..If you're trolling around for narcs, man, have you got the wrong guy.
Why is that?
Look at me, dude, do I look like a fan of law enforcement? Forget the tests, you shoulda just asked me. I woulda saved you a lot of trouble.
Oh I don't know, I think the tests work pretty well. Sometimes they give me answers you wouldn't admit to in a million years.
Are we done now? You've got nothing on me. So if you ain't booking me, I'm walking.
You've got this wrong. You're not under arrest, you've been abducted. And until I say different, you belong to me.
Is that a fact?
Sure as gravity. I've had a feeling about you from the start, Cage. It's nausea.
You know what I hate? Any scumbag with a clean shirt and a bad haircut can get one of those tin stars and suddenly they think they're God.
You know what I hate? It's always the assholes that pass the tests.
Congratulations, you've just graduated at the head of your class.
You're a cold piece of work. You almost got three people killed out there.
Good thing you were there to save the day. Come walk with me.
You've really got me confused, Cage. On the one hand you showed leadership, courage under fire, a willingness to protect men you hardly knew... and on the other you have an arrest record that pegs you as near sociopathic. Help me out here. I'm not following your evolution.
You want the cheap backstory? The runaway mom, the suicide dad and the foster homes? Gimme a break. You're not interested in my past, you're interested in my future as some kind of spy.
You're perceptive too. I forgot to add that to the list of surprises. I'm with the National Security Agency. And unlikely as it may sound, I need your help.
I'm not interested. I've already got a job.
You're an adrenaline junkie with one foot in the penitentiary. You risk your ass building a daredevil myth that means nothing and you're not getting any younger.
I plan on getting a lot older. And playing spy games sounds like a quick way to get yourself dead.
That's too bad. I thought a guy like you would appreciate the challenge.
Now I'm the one who's nauseous. So what's the deal? What do you need me for?
There's some folks I want to keep tabs on. Dirty, tattooed, uncivilized. Your kind of people.
What do I get out of it?
If you find out what I want to know, and if I'm able to successfully use that information, you get to go back to your degenerate little life. If not, you take a bath.
You're one sick bastard. A sadist with a badge looking to rope me in to a suicide mission. I think no matter which way I go I'm likely to wind up face down on a sheet of plastic. So here's my answer: kiss my ass, Hopalong.
Not bad for a gimp.
What's with that "X" on the back of your head? Does that mean you're "extreme"? I've got some news for you, Mr. X, you're a three time loser. So maybe you should tattoo another couple of X's on your head.
How about a pedicure as long as you're down there. What's this? LoJack?
Wherever you go on the planet, I'll find you. There's no quitting. If you try to take it off, a ring of needles will inject enough curare into your bloodstream to kill you before you hit the ground. Is all that clear?
Yeah, I spy or I die.
I expect you to call in regularly with progress reports.
Fine, but I'm not gonna be no Bulldog Omega 5.
Up yours.
Crude and defiant as always, Triple X. It fits so well because you're obscene.
Is that all?
Just remember, I'll be watching.
I guess you got my Email. I set up a purchase. Ten cars.
If you're trying to push my buttons, you're on the right track. Don't make me question my own judgment, X.
Buddy, you sent me here to get close to their organization, that costs money.
One point two million dollars? I did not authorize you to spend one point two million dollars!
I'm already on a first name basis with these dudes, I got a deal set up, you want me to hammer it or not?
We're not after car thieves here.

This guy's kinda dorky lookin'.

Kirill, the sniper. Looks like a bookworm, but he had 72 confirmed kills in Chechnya, they called him the "Finger of God". Assassination and weapons.

Yorgi masterminded the takeover of three Red Mafiya clans. Cops called it "blood week". He combined all of their global enterprises into one huge crime syndicate: Anarchy 99.

"Anarchy" 99"?

What are you gonna do? They're Euro trash.

What weapons do you have?

Just about anything I want, it looks like. This is gonna be tough, though. There's no way to save this game. I gotta get it right the first time through.

What do you get if you finish?

Nothing, really. My guy is just doing it to stay alive.

Oh. I bet by the end he gets something out of it.

Like what?

He gets to be the hero.

Whatchu doing here?

Oh, I don't know. It was an accident.

That's some accident, hombre. You accidentally fall out of a plane in the middle of the night and land up in my back yard.

We seen this kind of parachutes before, you know. U.S. Army. You got some friends here, jump out with you guys?

We're antisocial. We don't have any friends.

We're on to the game, ese. You got the fake blood splattered all over the walls, you got your torture tools... It's all very cute. But come on, let's quit while you're ahead. I'm only trying to save you a beatin'.

You saving me? You talking pretty tough for a guy got himself chained to the ceiling.

Alright. You wanna eat through a tube, be my guest.

Now you're gonna make me enjoy this, funny guy. Now I'm gonna take the whole foot off. Whatchu think of that?

What do you have?

Not a whole helluva lot. His final transmission was mangled. About something or someone called "Ahab". Whatever it is, it cost him his life.

He was the best there was. That makes three agents lost.

They're ruthless and they have a lot of firepower. It's only a matter of time before they figure out how to deploy Silent Night. Then we're gonna have a catastrophe on our hands.

Silent Night in the hands of a bunch of impertinent cowboys

We're gonna have to step in, Sam. Those CIA boys couldn't find a clown in a field of cactus. Let me take care of it.

How will you fix it?

I'll go in with a team. But first I'm going to need some intel. I'll have to put someone inside, someone new, someone they won't see coming. One of their own.

So you'll dredge the bottom again. You've done that before. The results were... uneven.

You wanna find out about rats, ask a rat. I've had my people put together a talent pool. I downloaded it to your desktop.

The usual prospects. Convicts, contract killers, murde...

The scum of the Earth.

But programmable. And expendable.

I've seen enough. Turn it off.

They're degenerates. There's not a man in there that would give a damn if the Chinese took over.

That's exactly why we need them.

Ridiculous. Cut him off. I'm sorry Gibbons, you pulled up a shark this time.

I think we should send him whatever he wants.

You what? A wire transfer of this size?

If it means getting Silent Night back, absolutely.

You're talking about a very expensive risk here.

He's gotten closer in 24 hours than all of the other operatives combined. He got us an account number to boot. Now even if he's just dumb and lucky, I say we back his play. I put him out there, Sam. If he doesn't come up with the money, they'll kill him. I can't let that happen.

Why not? You were going to throw him in a tub full of acid, weren't you?

Alright, do what you want. But keep the screws on him. He's a wild card. That could be either good or bad.

So the odds are up to fiftyfifty? I can deal with that.

Who the hell are you?

The name's Gibbons. You were saying?

What is this place?

Looks like a diner.

Diner, huh? Let me tell you what the problem is. I wake up drugged to find what? You've got a "salesman" over here reading a three week old newspaper. He's pulling a 211 with a "trucker", who happens to be packing a cop issue H&K 9mm. I get tipped that something is going down when she passes me a note. How's that for twisted logic? How did she know there was trouble unless they pulled the guns before I "walked" in? And if that's true, why'd they stop and wait until I woke up to gaffle the money? Then I notice how beefy they both are. Hell, even the waitress is cut. All three of them look like they went through the same training program. Ergo they ain't strangers and this isn't what it seems. That's how I knew yoyo wouldn't get a round off even if I gave him all day. Why?

Most guys we ran through this either took off or helped them rob the place. I expected you to do the same.

That shows me already that you don't have a clue. What's it to you, anyway?

Whether you thought this was for real or not, you jumped in and helped the waitress on instinct. That tells me something about your character.

Good for you. Now why don't you stop wasting my time and tell me what you want. You didn't go through all this for my benefit.

It's your lucky day. You just might get the chance to pay back our wonderful country for all the freedom you enjoy.

A Fed, I shoulda known. Who else would have this kind of budget? Now you're gonna hit me with the sales pitch.

Alright, Cage, you've got me. This is one of those moments. "Many are called, few are chosen", that kind of thing. Your government needs you. Are you up for the challenge?

..If you're trolling around for narcs, man, have you got the wrong guy.

Why is that?

Look at me, dude, do I look like a fan of law enforcement? Forget the tests, you shoulda just asked me. I woulda saved you a lot of trouble.

Oh I don't know, I think the tests work pretty well. Sometimes they give me answers you wouldn't admit to in a million years.

Are we done now? You've got nothing on me. So if you ain't booking me, I'm walking.

You've got this wrong. You're not under arrest, you've been abducted. And until I say different, you belong to me.

Is that a fact?

Sure as gravity. I've had a feeling about you from the start, Cage. It's nausea.

You know what I hate? Any scumbag with a clean shirt and a bad haircut can get one of those tin stars and suddenly they think they're God.

You know what I hate? It's always the assholes that pass the tests.

Congratulations, you've just graduated at the head of your class.

You're a cold piece of work. You almost got three people killed out there.

Good thing you were there to save the day. Come walk with me.

You've really got me confused, Cage. On the one hand you showed leadership, courage under fire, a willingness to protect men you hardly knew... and on the other you have an arrest record that pegs you as near sociopathic. Help me out here. I'm not following your evolution.

You want the cheap backstory? The runaway mom, the suicide dad and the foster homes? Gimme a break. You're not interested in my past, you're interested in my future as some kind of spy.

You're perceptive too. I forgot to add that to the list of surprises. I'm with the National Security Agency. And unlikely as it may sound, I need your help.

I'm not interested. I've already got a job.

You're an adrenaline junkie with one foot in the penitentiary. You risk your ass building a daredevil myth that means nothing and you're not getting any younger.

I plan on getting a lot older. And playing spy games sounds like a quick way to get yourself dead.

That's too bad. I thought a guy like you would appreciate the challenge.

Now I'm the one who's nauseous. So what's the deal? What do you need me for?

There's some folks I want to keep tabs on. Dirty, tattooed, uncivilized. Your kind of people.

What do I get out of it?

If you find out what I want to know, and if I'm able to successfully use that information, you get to go back to your degenerate little life. If not, you take a bath.

You're one sick bastard. A sadist with a badge looking to rope me in to a suicide mission. I think no matter which way I go I'm likely to wind up face down on a sheet of plastic. So here's my answer: kiss my ass, Hopalong.

Not bad for a gimp.

What's with that "X" on the back of your head? Does that mean you're "extreme"? I've got some news for you, Mr. X, you're a three time loser. So maybe you should tattoo another couple of X's on your head.

How about a pedicure as long as you're down there. What's this? LoJack?

Wherever you go on the planet, I'll find you. There's no quitting. If you try to take it off, a ring of needles will inject enough curare into your bloodstream to kill you before you hit the ground. Is all that clear?

Yeah, I spy or I die.

I expect you to call in regularly with progress reports.

Fine, but I'm not gonna be no Bulldog Omega 5.

Up yours.

Crude and defiant as always, Triple X. It fits so well because you're obscene.

Is that all?

Just remember, I'll be watching.

I guess you got my Email. I set up a purchase. Ten cars.

If you're trying to push my buttons, you're on the right track. Don't make me question my own judgment, X.

Buddy, you sent me here to get close to their organization, that costs money.

One point two million dollars? I did not authorize you to spend one point two million dollars!

I'm already on a first name basis with these dudes, I got a deal set up, you want me to hammer it or not?

We're not after car thieves here.