Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #3

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Echo, Pico to Ocean Park.

Lieutenant Martinez,|I want you to break off a squad...

...and a machine gun team.

Proceed west from Lincoln|to a police station located here...

- ...at Venice and Amarosa.|- Venice and Amarosa.

Police were overrun.

Got a distress call that civilians are|still there. We don't know how many.

Just gather survivors,|then you radio in.

We'll have helicopters|in the area to evacuate you out.

Now, be advised, you got exactly|three hours before our bombs drop.

And make no mistake, they will drop,|with or without you.

You get those civilians and you|get the hell out of there...

...and you kill anything|that is not human.

Let's go! Let's get it done!

Captain, this is not a drill. You hold|that line, you understand me?

Yes, sir.

Golf company is overrun.

immediate air support.

behind enemy lines.

Hang on, One!

Fire in the hole!

along every major coastline.

The UN has called|an emergency sitting...

...in an attempt to establish|a means for sharing resources...

...and intelligence across the globe.

Watch out, go!

This way?|Where are we supposed to go?

Jesus Christ.

Marines, anything beyond this point,|consider to be hostile.

All right, nice and easy.

Clear.

Hell of a way to|earn your citizenship.

Sh*t. I'd rather be in Afghanistan.

Lieutenant. How many civilians we|gotta get out of that police station?

I have no idea, Guerrero.|Just stay focused.

- What the hell's that? What is that?|- This is insane.

Yo, eyes open.

has breached our coastlines...

...in a swift and militaristic attack.

questions than answers.

The world is at war.

Eyes open.

You see something, Simmons?

Can't see sh*t.

- Kerns, you see a cross street?|- Lieutenant, I don't see nothing.

Police station's|about one klick northwest of here.

- Twelve o'clock!|- Hundred metres front.

- This is Echo 6, we need immediate...|- Turn your radios down.

- It's just a dog.|- Just a little doggy. Come here.

- It's just a dog.|- Dog.

- Dog.|- Dog.

What's his name? "Glenn."

Kidding me. Who's the idiot|naming dogs these days?

What do you wanna call him, Fido?

Watch out!

- Where's it coming from?|- I don't know.

Lenihan, watch your head!

On the roof!

Enemy fire! Eleven o'clock!

- They're on the roof! On the roof!|- Cover him!

Twenty-five metres!|Twenty-five metres!

- Lieutenant!|- Left flank, on the roof!

Covering, covering!

- We gotta move now!|- Lockett!

- Yes?|- Get me an exit down that alley!

Yes, sergeant!|Kerns, Motown, let's go!

Get up! Come on!

Falling back!

Let's go, come on!

Enemy fire! Watch your head!

- Where'd they come from?|- Fall back!

Enemy fire, keep your head down!

It's all over the damn place!

What do you see?

I don't know, man.|I don't see sh*t.

How do we get out of here?

- Lieutenant, where's the exit?|- I'm working on it!

Sh*t, we're boxed in!

I'll take a position by the wall!|Go, go!

- Move out!|- Ambush!

I don't have him!

I'm hit!

Cover me, Lockett!

- Man down, man down!|- It burns!

Sh*t!

I got you, Guerrero!

Lieutenant! Lieutenant!

I've got you covered!

We have an exit!|Everybody, move out! Move out!

Move, move!

Staff sergeant, we got an exit! Come|on, we're going! Come on, let's go!

Fall back, fall back!

Go, keep moving! Keep moving!

Lorenzo!

Move, move, move!

Keep moving, keep moving,|keep moving!

I can't see sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! Imlay!

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

U.S. Marines, coming in!

U.S. Marines, anybody in here?

Kitchen's clear!|The kitchen's clear, lieutenant!

Get on that window!|Are we clear?

Put the wounded in the kitchen!

Kerns, Lockett, secure the back|of this house.

- Yes, staff sergeant.|- Staff sergeant, we're on it!

Doc, how long|till they're able to move?

Ten minutes. Ten minutes,|staff sergeant. Ten minutes.

You want me?|Come get some! I'm right here!

What do we got, lmlay?

I got nothing.|I can't see a goddamn thing.

With this smoke,|it's zero visibility.

You're dead!

Stow that sh*t, Simmons!

You'll get shot before|you're able to kill any of them.

Your orders, sir?

I led us right into that ambush.

- Mottola, anyone on command?|- No, sir.

- We need to find answers to get out.|- You're in charge, sir. Your orders?

Let's radio that evac to meet us.

Civilians or no,|we gotta get these wounded out.

- Roger that.|- Hey, guys, guys. Where's Lenihan?

I didn't see him come in|with us. Where the hell is he?

- Lenihan?|- Lenihan?

Anybody got eyes on Lenihan?

- Lenihan!|- I'll go for Lenihan, sir.

Imlay, Harris, on me.|Let's get this sh*t out of here.

I'll package the wounded.|We'll rally on 10th Street.

Roger that!

Be prepared to move.|We're moving out soon.

Sh*t.

Mottorola.

Mottorola?

Oh, come on. Mottorola, you copy?

Lenihan, where are you?

Staff sergeant?

Jesus Christ. I had to turn my radio|off. These things are everywhere.

What's your location?

I'm in the laundry room|of some apartment complex.

It's like three storeys...

Lenihan. Lenihan?

Sh*t.

Lenihan.

Sh*t.

So smooth...

Smooth is fast.

Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

- Lenihan!|- Lenihan, lower that weapon!

What the hell...

Keep on firing!

- Jesus Christ! What the sh*t?|- What the hell is that thing?

It's not dead. They don't die.

I've hit it a hundred times.|They don't die.

You get separated from the unit again,|I'll find you and shoot you myself.

Imlay, drop a grenade in that pool.|Let's move!

Come on, I got you. I got you.

Frag out.

Street's clear.

Get down, get down, get down.

- What's happening? What's going on?|- All right, we're good. Come on.

- It's Lenihan.|- Yo, Lockett.

You owe me $5, boy.|l told you, a virgin

ain't gonna die till he get him some.

Move to the police station?

- All right, let's move. Let's move.|- Move it. Move it out.

- Where'd that come from?|- Door's open at the bank!

Take care of him.

Where'd the shot come from?

- Kerns!|- Door's open on the bank! Let's move!

Come on, let's go! Move! Move it!

Stavrou, you got front. Stavrou,|cover front. Harris, cover front!

Roof's clear, roof's clear!

I got it. I got it covered.

Harris! Find me where|that shot came from, guys!

Imlay, get eyes up on that roof,|all right?

- Cover the roof!|- Roof's clear, roof's clear!

Lockett, on me!

Did anybody even see|where that came from?

Doc, how serious?

Third degree thermal burns|on his neck and his face, sir.

You'll be surfing soon, Simmons.

Sh*t.

- Hostiles, 12 o'clock!|- Hostiles at 12 o'clock!

Staff sergeant, hostiles, 12 o'clock!

Prepare to fire!

Hold it, hold it!

Friendlies, sir.

- Sh*t.|- Friendlies. Let's get them in.

Get over here.

Move. Move to the back. Let's go.|Come on, get in there. Get in there.

- What's your unit?|- 40th, ID.

Where's the rest of your unit?

Everyone else is either dead|or missing.

I picked up Air Force here.

Tech Sergeant Elena Santos,|Air Force.

Tech sergeant? What the hell|are you doing here?

We were tracking enemy transmissions|about 12 klicks south of here.

They ambushed us|like they knew our freaking address.

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