Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #5

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Either of you know|how to hotwire a bus?

Stavrou can. He's from Jersey, sir.

Ladies first.

Two hundred metres.

there's a pickup truck.

Right back behind there.

We have a situation.|Y'all need to follow me.

Harris found it out here.|Y'all gotta see this thing.

Weapon looks like it's been|surgically attached.

Talk about commitment to cause.

Sh*t.

- You gotta be kidding!|- Corporal. Corporal, hold it.

Let me shoot this damn thing, staff|sergeant. That weapon's still hot.

Let me just shoot it.

- Doc.|- Yes, staff sergeant.

Oh, Lord, have mercy.

We need to know exactly|where to hit this thing...

...so we don't waste all our ammo.

Maybe I can help.

I'm a veterinarian.

Sure you wanna do this?

I was more sure when|I was standing over there.

We gotta figure out|how to kill these things.

Otherwise, we won't last another|five minutes out there, okay?

Let's peel this back.

Look at this,

- we got a organ right here.|- Jesus Christ, look at that.

- I got another one right here.|- Yeah, me too.

Does it have some sort of|cognitive mechanism? Anything?

There's no frontal lobe,|no temporal lobe, no parietal lobe.

The cranial vault is unlike|anything I've ever seen.

- Oh, sh*t.|- What?

- You see what I'm seeing?|- What?

The ones that were just on|the roof aren't on the roof right now.

There's about two dozen|coming out the door, man.

They're on the street and|heading this way.

- Roger that.

We have contact 300 metres out.|We gotta cut quick.

What do we do?

Sh*t's hitting the fan.|We gotta move.

Staff sergeant.

Come on, how do you kill this thing?

Goddamn it, Stavs.

- I lost them.|- You lost them?

Lieutenant, they're gone.|Lieutenant, I don't see anything.

We got a breach.

breach on the north entrance!

They're inside the building.

I'm gonna gather|everyone by the doors

on the south side of|the building, okay.

We're right behind you.

What was that?

- Adukwu, you go with her.|- Yes, staff sergeant.

Imlay, you've got an HE grenade round?

You never leave home without it,|staff seargeant.

You cover that hall to the rear.|Buy me some time.

They start coming,|you blast the hell out of them.

Hey, Harris.|Where's that goddamn bus?

Stavs. Stavs, we got an enemy scout.|Come on, let's go.

Yes! Yes! Yeah, baby!|Newark! Represent!

heading back.

Okay, guys, the bus is en route!|Bus is en route!

Thirty seconds till we move out!

I need an update on the breach.

Report back, over.

We're running out of time.

Move!

Contact!

They've breached.

This is our last shot.

Got it.

Right here.

That's gotta be it. It's dying.

That's how we kill this thing, to|the right of where the heart would be.

- Got it.|- I got three more!

Let's get out of here.

Get them on the bus! Get them|on that bus! Let's go, let's go!

- Get on.|- Get underneath.

You okay?

Heads up. Cover your sectors of fire.|Heads up!

Marines, concentrate firepower to|the right of where the heart would be.

Yes, staff sergeant.

That's how we kill these things.

All right, remember your training.

We got a hostile warbird,|thousand metres out.

Everybody keep your eyes up.

All buckled up back there, lieutenant.

Roger that.

It should be about|six miles to the F.O.B.

I don't know, 25, 30 minutes.

If we stay on these side streets.

Air Force is gonna level this area|in 40 minutes.

Get us to the forward operating base.|Fast.

What the hell is that?

Stavrou, stop the bus.

Everyone, get down.

Any station, this is Foxtrot-|Two-November. Sitrep to follow.

Go ahead, Foxtrot-Two-November.

Enemy aircraft.|They're lighting up the sky...

...heading east towards|downtown Los Angeles.

Copy that.

They're tracking our signals.

Mottola, turn off that radio!|They're tracking our signals!

All radios off!|Cell phones, everything!

Give me your radio.

Mottola. Give me your radio.

Where you going?

- Staff sergeant!|- Where the hell is he going?

- We gotta get off this bus, all right?|- Ten o'clock, lieutenant, 10 o'clock!

I see it, 8 o'clock, heading south!

It's getting closer.|Hey, it's on my six!

A hundred metres!

Oh, my God.

Everybody, get down!

Holy sh*t.

- What was that?|- Is he all right?

- Did he make it out?|- Staff sergeant?

- There he is.|- Staff sergeant's alive!

- Yeah, he's alive!|- There he is!

That aircraft was unmanned,|lieutenant.

Drone.

That was some real John Wayne sh*t,|staff sergeant.

Hey.

I can't afford to lose you.|Neither can these men, all right?

Yeah. They're your men.

All right, staff sergeant!

That's how you do it!

- That's retreat, hell!|- That's right.

Who the hell's John Wayne?

Everybody, eyes open!

Stay alert!

Thank you for that.

It's nothing.

What's that mean, "retreat, hell"?

During World War I, an officer from|our regiment was ordered to retreat.

He said, "Retreat, hell.|We just got here."

You should have the doc|take a look at that.

I thought you were a doctor.

Animals and aliens only.

I'll put it on my to-do list.

Thank you.

Excuse me, staff sergeant. Did you|say that was an unmanned drone?

Correct.

They must have one hell of|a command-and-control system.

If NORTHCOM didn't agree with you,|I wouldn't be here.

Why?

My mission was to provide AIS|with a strike package.

A strike package?

Yeah, coordinates for a missile strike|on a command-and-control centre.

But the asset fell off|the grid and we lost them.

All side streets are blocked.|Our only choice is to take the freeway.

All right. Well, it's your call.

Stavrou, get us on a freeway.

We don't wanna be in this area|when these bombs start to fall.

Try to miss at least|one of the cars, Stavrou.

Just keep driving.

Off ramp is one mile ahead.

Jesus.

Look out.

The ramp, it's gone, lieutenant.

All right, Robertson exit,|half a click away.

Look out! Incoming, 12 o'clock!

- You okay?|- Harper!

Tank's drawing enemy fire!|It's a good time to move!

I'll suppress the fire in front, you|just take the civilians out the back!

Secure this exit, Imlay!

Imlay, get me a defensive line|on that vehicle!

- Move, move, move!|- Let's go! Come on.

- Let's go!|- Come on, stay down, stay down!

Just keep everybody calm.|We'll be right back, all right?

All right. Safety first, buddy.

Lieutenant Martinez, if we get|the civilians to that helo,

they take cover, rappel down.

I got a dozen up on the bridge.|They're moving down.

Lieutenant! Tank's out!|Nothing's stopping them now!

Staff sergeant, civilians won't make|it to that helo without cover fire.

Lockett, Kerns, on me, let's go!

Let's move, let's move, let's move!

Get the civilians down, all right?|Move!

Come on!

About a 30-foot drop.|Come on... come on. Let's go.

Get behind the bus!|Now, now, now! Get behind it!

Kids first! Around the body,|bring them down one at a time.

Roger that.

Imlay!

Get your first team up on that|garbage truck, move!

Staff sergeant, cover us up front!|Stavs, you're with me! On me now!

We're gonna run behind that helicopter|and we're gonna rope down, all right?

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