“Same thing we want,” Lenihan said. “To not be here.”
The Echo of an Empty Highway
“What the hell does he want?” Reade asked. --HOT-- Download Film Generation Kill
“You see that?” whispered Corporal Reade, his face smeared with camouflage cream and exhaustion.
Lenihan’s jaw tightened. The kid had started walking toward them now—not running, not charging. Just walking, like a ghost trying to remember what it felt like to be alive. “Same thing we want,” Lenihan said
“Roger that, Hitman. Looks like… a kid. Maybe fourteen.”
“Hitman, contact lost. Continuing north.” “Same thing we want
Reade popped his hatch. “He’s not armed. Just scared.”