What the-
Where’s Shaw?!
I don’t know. But she’s a telepath and if I try to read her she’ll know we’re here.
… Let me try something else:
*speaking to the Russian general*
Shaw’s off on very important business today, he sent me in his stead. But I’m sure we can make this work, da? *does a sexy-tiemz gesture, then follows him inside*
… Shaw’s not coming.
If Shaw’s not coming, we’re not going in. I’m not going to start another world war just for a shiny blonde in a fur hat.
The hell-
She’s his right-hand woman. That’s good enough for me.
Erik, I can not, repeat, CAN NOT sanction this mission now that man that we are here for IS NOT HERE.
I’m sorry, but this ends now.
Boys! Back in the truck, we’re going home.
Erik, what —
What in god’s name is… ERIK! COME BACK!
You forget one thing - I’m not CIA.
ERIK—
We have to go after him!
If that’s the way he wants to play it, then so be it. The US government will not have a hand in starting a conflict with the Russians.
Come on, Charles. The soldiers are back in the truck and everything’s loaded.
We’re leaving.
You can’t! No— I’m sorry, I can’t leave him.
( ERIK )
Damn it—
( ERIK CAN YOU HEAR ME )
Charles! CHARLES! COME BACK!
