Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #2

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He's a very dedicated Marine.

Don't bullshit me, corporal.

What'd you hear about his last tour?

Just the grimy details|that everybody else already knows.

But at the end of the day,|you're our lieutenant...

...and we take our orders|from you, sir.

So you're gonna be|assigned to 1st Platoon

under Second Lieutenant Martinez.

His platoon sergeant's on leave,|so you're gonna have to suck it up.

Yeah, so, here's the lieutenant|right up here, 1 o'clock.

He's a kid, Mike.

Right out of|officer training school.

He's only been with us a month,|but I think he's sharp.

It's just an evacuation, buddy.|He's in charge.

Just keep an eye on him?

Just don't lose my paperwork.

- Lieutenant.|- Good afternoon, staff sergeant.

- Happy to meet you.|- Thank you, sir.

We're being called in to help with|an evacuation, lieutenant?

For these meteors?

I assume so.

Whatever it is,|I'm just happy to finally

get out in the field to command.

Pacific Standard Time...

...the meteors impacted...

Who the hell took my tortellini?|You got tortellini?

You think this is some|kind of just drill or what?

Get ready, man. Get ready.|It's serious. Okay?

off the coast of California,

Ireland and the Bay of Bengal...

Corporal. Corporal.

- Corporal. Corporal.|- Yeah?

It's probably|just a training exercise, right.

No, man. They're shifting|Nantz into our unit.

Something's must be going on.

That's great!|The guy wants out of the

Marine Corps and|now we're stuck with him.

- Stavs!|- You got tortellini?

I heard Nantz kicked ass|his last tour.

He went into that compound alone|and killed like 10 insurgents.

- That's what you heard, Lenihan?|- Chill out.

Yeah. Johnson in Foxtrot told me|that he was going on like...

- some...|- Don't worry about it.

- Let's go, this is serious.|- What the hell did I do?

Nantz got a couple guys killed|on his last tour.

What are you talking about?

That's the story.|Lockett's brother was one.

So I know you didn't know, but|just don't... No, don't worry about it.

Looks like we're getting into|some heavy sh*t.

It's been my experience, lieutenant,|heavy sh*t is highly overrated.

Look, staff sergeant,|let's just be clear.

I know your rep,|know what you've done.

This is my platoon. These are my men.

- Not gonna have a problem, are we?|- No problem, sir. She's all yours.

assumptions were wrong.

Listen up!|Once you get your weapon...

...get your gear, get your munitions,|move outside!

Hey guy! We got white chocolate|rap from my man.

That should finish the new mix, right?

to evacuate surrounding beach areas...

the military is now deploying.

That's us. That's us! That's us!

- Calling military for a meteor shower?|- I don't know why they're happy.

...a meteor that just hit the ocean.

Visibility is getting worse as we...

These objects were|completely undetected...

...until they entered our atmosphere.

NASA estimates that they are|not hitting

the water at terminal velocity.

They're slowing down before impact.

These objects in question|are falling into

the ocean in tightly|packed clusters...

...10 miles outside|of a major population centre.

Thermal imaging from|the Hubble telescope shows us...

...that within each cluster|is a central

object much larger than the others.

Now, these central objects|are all the same geometric shape.

They appear mechanical in nature.

This is not a meteor shower, Marines.

We are in Threatcon Delta.|That's right.

Come on. All units, gear up.

Be ready to move.

Combat situation.

It's what I've been training for.

that one of the

issued a mayday.

Oh, my gosh!

that just hit the ocean...

right behind those cutters.

Two or three meteors just impacted.

Sh*t.

in the studio? Oh, my God.

Are you hearing us?

- Kate, are you still hearing us?

move out. Get out of the way.

What is that in the water?

but it appears there's something...

to determine exactly what this is.

It's like shadowy figures.

I can make out maybe eight figures.

- What the hell is that?|- Holy sh*t!

- Look at that!|- Stavs, you see that?

needs to get out of here right now.

I'm gonna head back now.

Oh, my God!

Go! Let's go. Go, go!

Corporal Grayston and Corporal lmlay|are both expert marksmen...

...as well as|strong fire team leaders.

We also have PFC Lenihan,|who is our second best marksman...

- just behind Lance Corporal Guerrero.|- What's your take on this, Specs?

I don't know. Extraterrestrial?

- Do you mean like from space?|- No, Imlay.

- From Canada.|- Always got jokes, don't you, Stav?

All right, first squad, line it up.|Bring it in. Let's go!

As you may have heard already...

...Staff Sergeant Nantz will be|taking over for Staff Sergeant Beck.

We're lucky to have him aboard.

All right.|Here's the situation, Marines.

We're facing an unknown enemy.

We don't know how strong their|force is or what they're capable of.

But one thing we do know|is that we're fighting for our land...

...our families, our home|and our country, goddamn it!

Whatever those things are, let's show|them how Marines fight. Retreat...

- Hell!|- Two-Five!

- Retreat, hell!|- Let's form it up, let's go!

First in, last out, Marines!

Breathe, Lenihan. Breathe.|Your training will kick in.

Thank you, staff sergeant!

Got something to get off|your chest, corporal?

No, it's cool, staff sergeant.

You got a silver star, my brother|came home in a box. I get it.

Standby for sitrep.

beyond the beach.

Aliens? That's not possible, right?

We'll know soon enough, brother.

Company beyond the defensive line...

It's in case his head gets blown off,|so they can identify his body.

heavy assault weapons.

to high-explosive rounds.

Hey, staff sergeant! Promise me|you won't let me be taken alive...

...by some godless predator|from another world, staff sergeant?

No promises in combat.

Stop screwing around|and keep your head in it!

Their strategies are coordinated.

combat intelligence.

fast enough.

fast enough.

friendlies behind enemy lines.

Semper Fi, 1-7 Actual, out.

You gotta take me to|dinner first, baby.

Boys, hold on to something.|Things are about to get rough.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Out! Go!

Move, move, move!

Form it up!

- What do we got, sir?|- All right, situation is as follows:

Most of Santa Monica's|been cleared of civilians.

We got a defensive line at Lincoln|Boulevard a mile from the ocean.

Air Force has got Warthogs|and B-52s on deck.

At 1930 hours, they will pound the|entire area from Lincoln to the ocean.

Sh*t.

We're levelling Santa Monica, sir?

We got an infestation of|God knows what...

But they're not of this Earth and we

gotta hit them with|everything we've got

...and we gotta hit them hard.|They are a ground-force enemy only.

They have no aircraft so the Air Force|will tear them a new a**hole...

...and we will rule the air.

- You said "most civilians," sir?|- That's affirmed.

Getting distress calls,|sending squads out.

Golf, you take Santa Monica|to Olympic.

Foxtrot, Olympic to Pico.

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