Hard Kill

Dash! Dash!

Dash!

Oh, shit.

Cover me!

Miller!

Is that it?

Project 725.

If you provide a server powerful enough,

the A.I. will run off this.

So small, yet so powerful.

This...

is how we change the world.

Need some help up here, hurry!

Miller!

Don't leave me!

You did it. Good job, good job.

Boy.

Derek Miller.

- Donovan Chalmers. - Pleasure.

Welcome to Chapter House.

I read up on you.

Impressive stuff.

Just doing my duty.

Spoken like a true soldier.

Well, it takes one to know one, right?

Ah, you did your homework.

Yes, sir.

It's not every day you get to meet a ground and pounder

turned CEO.

75th Regiment, Task Force Ranger...

B Company.

Mogadishu?

Mogadishu,

Somalia, Bosnia...

Iraq.

Quite the career change.

Why the switch?

Hm.

Family life...

changes everything.

Yeah.

Your reference spoke very highly of you.

Is that right?

And who was it that referred me?

I did, you son of a bitch.

Fox! Look at you.

Uh-oh.

"Suits and ties are for pussies."

Oh, man.

Maggie wanted me out of the game while I still had all my limbs.

- Wives. - Yeah, tell me about it.

She made me sell my soul for a fancy 401.

- Looking good. - Thank you, brother.

- It's good to see you. - You too.

- Right. - Hey, Fox...

Yes, sir?

Walk Derek through the proposal.

I'm sure you recognize your old friend,

the Pardoner.

The terrorist revolutionary who's been raising hell

all over the globe for the past two years.

How could I forget him?

He put a bullet in my back.

Still have the scar to prove it.

What's this have to do with Chapter House?

Last week, the Pardoner stole

a piece of Chapter House technology.

A piece of proprietary tech that we do not need in hands like his.

Why's that?

Could be bad.

"Could be bad"? Bad for who?

Bad for you?

Bad for everyone.

Flight 314...

Crashed off the coast,

no survivors.

Now, we have reason to believe that the Pardoner is liable.

Now, fortunate for us,

we put a fail-safe on the trigger of the device,

just in case for circumstances like this.

That's good, right?

Yeah...

but there's only one man that has the code to decrypt it.

And now that man is a high-value target.

That man is me.

The board put a trip on the books for Mr. Chalmers

to check out a site for a new factory.

Now, it's an old warehouse

that they're dying to tear down, but we need to act fast.

Tax incentives, credits, rebates...

Billions on the line.

So, what?

You want me and my team to babysit you?

Come on.

Hey. This is a lay-up.

Okay, maybe nothing happens,

but you and your team, you go in,

you go home with an easy payday.

Or maybe...

Maybe you get another chance to go another round with the Pardoner.

I don't know, Nick.

We don't usually do security detail.

Come on. I need you on this one.

Can't you call in some favors?

Get a couple more teams involved?

The Pardoner is a former Tier-1 turned radical.

His influences run deep.

Now, we can't risk the possibility of infiltration.

I can trust you.

I can't say the same thing about my other contacts.

Remember Darfur?

I'm the one that saved your ass.

I figured you owe me on this one.

Chapter House has unlimited resources.

We're prepared to offer you a very lucrative contract.

Lots of zeroes, buddy.

Lots of zeroes.

Okay.

If we do this, we do it my way.

You clue me in on everything.

And everything goes through me.

No questions asked.

Then you'll do it?

Yeah.

Uh, Crystal, can I have two beers?

- Sure. - Thank you.

What'd you do last night?

A little bit of laundry.

- Party girl. - Yeah.

You got anything for tonight planned?

Washing the dog.

Okay.

All right, well, I'll catch you later.

Have fun with your dog.

Your usual, honey?

Yes, please.

Club soda with lime.

Thank you.

What's wrong? You seem down.

Just stuff.

What's up, buddy? Nice to see you.

Dude, do you think I should talk to her?

- Her? - Yeah.

Oh, absolutely.

You can't let a girl like that drink by herself now, can ya?

Uh...

What do you think...

Listen, listen.

That's not just some girl.

That's a woman. A real woman.

Now, you be brave.

And you slide right over there,

you look her in the fucking eyes,

you kiss her.

All right?

Chicks love that shit.

Go get 'em, big guy.

- There you go! - Fuck it!

You are an asshole.

This should be interesting.

Hey...

Ooh.

Don't you fucking put your hand on me.

Jesus, Sasha.

Really, Dash?

Let him go, Sash.

Fuck.

We've got business to discuss.

Look, I know I'm asking a lot.

Last time, we got our asses kicked by the Pardoner.

We lost our VIP.

And if you remember correctly,

you almost came home in a body-bag.

Is this some sort of revenge thing?

That doesn't feel like you, man.

It's a job. Nothing personal.

Listen, I don't give a flying fuck if you've got a score to settle.

This is a shit-ton of money we're talking about here.

- That's right. - Life-changing.

I'm in.

And what about you two?

You know, it's "all for one and one for all."

Right?

I don't know. I feel like we're not getting the full story.

And I want to know what this Pardoner guy stole.

We all do.

But that ain't the job.

This is strictly VIP protection.

Easy money.

But why the skeleton crew?

Wouldn't it make more sense to have a presence?

I'm with Fox on this one.

You know, going in with a full kit

could intimidate the city council on site.

Might even look bad for Chalmers, too.

Do we have to bring the corporate stooge?

We go way back.

He's good in a fight. Trust me.

All right.

If you want another shot at the Pardoner,