Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #4

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I'm the only one left.

I found these guys on the way to the|safe zone at Santa Monica Airport.

You ready to use that weapon,|tech sergeant?

With all due respect, staff sergeant,

I didn't get this far off|of my good looks.

- I'm ready for payback.|- Outstanding.

Lieutenant, bird inbound,|25 minutes, sir.

Roger that.|Let's get to that police station.

All right, let's get Simmons and move.|Let's go!

Cover our flanks, Mottorola!|To the right, in that building!

Watch your feet!

There's the police station.

Let's get those civilians|and get back to the F.O.B.!

Gotta rock, gotta rock!

Come on, come on, come on.

I'll stay with our wounded,|wait for the medevac.

I'll go for civilians.|Kerns, Dever, on me.

- Mags, mags. I need mags.|- All right.

Santos, when that bird arrives,|I'll need your help on this stretcher.

U.S. Marines! U.S. Marines!

Door. The door.

- Elevator right.|- Clear!

Elevator right.

Second elevator, clear! No pulse.

Door left.

It's locked.

- What's your name?|- Harper.

- I'm gonna need you on this stretcher.|- Bird incoming, sir!

Roger that. lmlay, pop smoke!

- Door locked.|- Door left.

Radios off.

Move.

U.S. Marines! U.S. Marines!

- How many of you?|- Five of us, three kids.

Kerns, kids!

- Let's move!|- Let's go, let's go!

All right, let's get ready to move!|Let's get it up!

- Here we go! Let's move!|- Aye, sir!

We got room for four and that is it!|That is it.

- Get your wounded on! Move it!|- Oh, yeah, baby.

Come on. Come on. Get up. Get up.

Get him in. Hey, Guerrero.

I'll work on that mix for you!

I'm gonna need it, dude! You're|gonna be fine! You're gonna be fine!

Give them hell!

- Oh, sh*t.|- Come on, man.

You just had to get out of the sh*t.

- You take care of yourself!|- I will.

I'll see you soon, partner.

- That's it.|- We have civilians coming out!

- We can't take them, we got no room!|- Make goddamn room!

We can't! Now, get back, sir!

Fall back.|Move back, move back, move back!

Wait! Kids, kids!

Get back to the police station!

Backtrack, everybody! Come on, back!

They have air power. Again, enemy|has air support. We have a bird down.

Damn it!

Tango's heading northeast of our grid.

We've disengaged back into a|police station. We have civilians.

I say again, we have civilians.

Lockett, Kerns, secure this door.|Nothing gets in, you understand?

We got a body.|Do you think you could

get rid of it so the kids|don't see it?

What do you want?|Where should we go?

Dever.

Set up back there, okay?

Come on, you guys. Take the back.

Stay away from the window, all right?

Are there gonna be more choppers?|Did you guys call any in?

I'm sure they're gonna come for us.|They know where we are.

- Sh*t.|- You okay? You all right?

- I'm good. Yeah.|- You sure?

- You didn't get hit or nothing?|- No, I'm good, man. I'm good.

Man, they're gone. They're gone.

Everybody's gone.|Lenihan, Guerrero, Grayston.

Grayston. Grayston had kids.

He didn't deserve that.|He didn't deserve this sh*t!

He didn't deserve to go out like that!

Neither do you! You hear me?|You're gonna make it through this!

All right?|You're gonna get out of here.

You're gonna marry Cherise.

And you're gonna be her problem...

...because I'm done taking care|of your sorry ass, you got that?

Sitrep as follow:

fleets at this time.

space Los Angeles from ocean...

...on bearing 2-niner-7-5-0.

They got air support too.

Knocked our bird right out of the sky.

So much for ruling the air.

There's no time for that, lieutenant.

Those bombs are gonna drop.

And we're in the blast radius.

Top of my goddamn class.

And I get out in combat in the middle|of that sh*t? Goddamn it!

I already lost four of my goddamn men!

Four good men.

Who would go to hell and back|for you, sir.

- Have you?|- Yes.

You're not the first to lose men.|You won't be the last.

Now, put that away. You understand me?

Right now your men are|awaiting orders.

Now, you can go left, you can|go right. I don't give a damn.

Just make a decision.

Lieutenant.

It's a no-go on the helo, sir.

Enemy aircraft is lighting it up.

Command says it's like nothing|they ever seen before.

We gotta find a way out.

We gotta get to that F.O.B.

You're right. We gotta move.

Let's get these people safe.|Lockett, Kerns!

I need you to set up|an observation post on the roof.

We're gonna move by foot,|so we gotta move fast.

Scan for hostiles,|find the best route out of here.

All right, sir.

Lieutenant.

within 10 miles of the coast...

...should try to make their way...

forward operating base or F.O.B.

that you could be right now.

defence to try to protect civilians.

Take a look at you, make sure|you're okay, all right? Good. Okay.

Just look at this. There you go.

- Water fountain is there, Mr. Rincon.|- Okay, thank you.

- No problem.|- Thank you.

- Joe Rincon.|- Staff Sergeant Nantz.

This is my son, Hector.

We all wanted to thank you|for coming to get us.

Yeah.

Hey, Hector. We leave no man behind.

So you here|when the police got overrun?

Right. Well, long as you're both okay.

Hey, you all right, man?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Okay.

If you... if you need him|to do anything...

- ...you know.|- I'll let you know.

Aye-aye, sir.

Aye.

Thank you.

We got two dozen hostiles|about 300 metres out.

Lieutenant, we got two dozen hostiles|300 metres north, over.

It's like those things are on|overwatch, just like us.

That one out front looks like|the leader. Now they got leadership.

So do ants, Kerns.

You think those things get scared too?

Probably just like us.|They're probably just grunts

that get told to go fight.

Come on. Find us a way out of here,|Marine, because we're sitting ducks.

of the house and

into the street...

before they shot them.

They shot them right in the head.

why this is happening?

attempt at any kind of communication.

No demands, nothing like that.

they are here for our resources.

for resources...

the indigenous population.

any colonisation.

we are being colonised.

Brave kids.

They're my nieces. My sister and her|husband are away on vacation.

Thing is, they live in Arizona.|I see them once or twice a year.

And now I may be all they have left.

- You have kids?|- No.

Neither do I.

I used to regret that,|but maybe it was for the best.

is 70 percent water.

without certainty...

that their objective, their target...

...is our water.

- Sh*t.|- There ain't gonna be nothing left.

- I think I got a way out of here.|- What'd you say?

Right here, look. 200 metres out.

- What's right behind that backside?|- Bus.

- Lieutenant, we got a bus.|- Roger that.

So the men on the roof saw a bus.|They think it could be operational.

Maybe we'd be better off on foot.

It's miles to the|forward operating base...

...and those bombs are gonna|drop in a little more than an hour.

We gotta move fast.

Bus is a big target.

I made the call.

It's my responsibility.

Stavrou, Harris.

Lieutenant needs recon on a bus.|If it runs, get it back here.

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