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: You assured me everything would go smoothly. Vic Deakins
: Everything is going smoothly, I assure you.
: Well, I do appreciate the money that you and your associates have invested in the operation. But this IS an operation, it's a MILITARY operation. And YOU don't know DICK about that! Now *I* have been in the military for over 20 years. I planned and flew over 100 missions in the Gulf. I put these boys together because they are *motivated* and they are *highly trained* like me! This is what I do, Mr. Pritchett! And this is BATTLE! And battle is a highly *fluid* situation. You - You plan on your contingencies, and I have. You keep your initiative, and I will. But what you don't do is *share command*! It's NEVER a good IDEA! Pritchett
: It's still my money. Vic Deakins
: And if we succeed, you and your friends will get a ton of it. Pritchett
: *If* we're successful? Vic Deakins
: Look, Mr. Pritchett, I will deliver the weapons to the destination. But I can't depend and I can't guarantee that those assholes in Washington won't do something stupid like... not pay. Pritchett
: What if they don't? Vic Deakins
: Well, if they don't, the southwest will be a quiet neighbourhood for, uh, about ten thousand years.
: Oh, God! Oh, God! How does that gunship fit into your grand strategy? You don't know what you're doing, do you? This is out of control! I must have been...! Vic Deakins
: [Deakins crushes Pritchett's throat, by striking it with a Mag-lite. Pritchett falls back in his seat, choking to death
] Hush... hush!