Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #7

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That's eight klicks.

Staff sergeant? Staff sergeant.

Adukwu, plenty of weapons around.|Find yourself an M-16.

Mr. Rincon is dead.

Wake up, Dad.

Please help me right now.

Don't leave me.

I'm so sorry, Hector.

I'm sorry.

No.

Your dad tried so hard|to stay with you.

- I'm sorr...|- I don't wanna be here.

It's okay, bud.

Your father was a brave man, Hector.

Hector, I'm sorry.|I'm sorry, buddy.

It's okay to cry.

He loved you very much.

Listen to me, Hector.

I need you to be brave for me.|I need you to be my little Marine.

Okay?

We gotta be brave for the others.

Do you know why?

Why?

Because Marines don't quit.

Do you believe that?

Say it for me.

- Marines don't quit.|- Good.

I'm gonna get you out of here, Hector.|I promise.

Let's go see the girls, okay?|Come on.

We are not losing one more|of those civilians. Understand?

You getting us out too,|staff sergeant?

Or are we expendable?

All right, Lockett.

You wanna go there,|let's go there.

I commanded men and men died.

Kids. 19 years old.|The best men I ever led.

Do you think for one second,

that I wouldn't rather trade|places with them?

I know you think|I got my men killed.

They're dead.

I'm here.

Like the punch line to some bad joke.

You think I like that?

Do you think a minute goes by|that those faces aren't right here...

...seared into my brain?

Dante, Thomas T. Corporal.|1-5-6-5-0-9-3-8-6.

Ambruster, William R. Private.|8-7-6-6-6-2-3-5-4.

Wharton, Jeffrey H.

Lance Corporal. 8-7-4-2-7-3-9-9-3.

Lockett...

...Duane G.

Corporal.

Five-five.

Your brother|was an outstanding Marine.

He was my friend.

And I miss him every day.

And you remind me of him.

None of that matters right now.

Because our duty is to keep|moving forwards, to keep fighting.

That's how we honour your brother...

...and Lieutenant Martinez...

...Corporal Stavrou...

...Lance Corporal Mottola...

...Hector's father...

...who picked up a rifle and|did what needed to be done.

A civilian did that.

So we better damn well step it up.

Discard any lingering doubt.

Work fast, work as a unit,|and we will prevail.

Let's figure out how we're|gonna get out of this mess.

Imlay, you come with me.|We need to get to higher ground.

The rest of you, find some ammo|and some vehicles.

Gotta be a few LAV's or armoured|Humvees still operational.

Sorry, bro.|You didn't deserve this.

You went down fighting.

Holy sh*t.

I wasn't expecting to see all this.

That don't look good.

Reinforcements.

Holy sh*t.

They already set up a beachhead.

All right.

If that evac site|is still operational,

I think we can get behind the line.

That's gonna be one hell of a ride,|staff sergeant.

Yeah, well,|that's what we get paid for.

Everybody move to the LAV now! Go!

Any station, this net.|This is Foxtrot-Two-November.

We have 11 passengers.

Requesting evacuation at alternate|extraction point Charlie.

Are there any birds|in the air? Over.

Sierra 2-5. Orders are to pull back.

by 0300 or we'll be gone. Over.

Roger that. 0300, not a minute more.|Out.

Imlay, you ever see what|a Bushmaster chain gun can do?

- Oh, sh*t, yes, staff sergeant.|- Get on it, son.

Let's do this!

- No lights, Kerns.|- Roger that.

Let's move.

Bushmaster is locked and loaded.

Give them hell.

Damn right.

Two minutes till that helo drops.

Everybody okay?

All right, Kerns, take a left.

I want you to go over three blocks,|then you go about five blocks...

...hang a right, and straight.

- That should get us to the evac site.|- Yes, staff sergeant.

- I'd hold on if I were you, Lockett!|- Copy that!

- We got hostiles, staff sergeant.|- What's going on?

- Let's not wait around and find out.|- It's gonna be okay.

Got about 250 rounds,|staff sergeant.

Know what they say|if you hit a deer?

- Speed up!|- Damn straight!

- Come on!|- Y'all hold on!

We're gonna have to go|right through them!

- You saw that?|- They're going down like bowling pins!

Kick it out!

Run that sucker over, man!

Santos, you okay?

I got that nasty stuff|all over my mouth, man!

- It's not funny.|- You let him do you on the first date.

- Everyone okay?|- Yes!

Let's get us home.

Cease fire!

- Stay close, stay close!|- What are we doing?

Load them up! Our flight path|won't be clear much longer!

You're in the middle of the sh*t,|staff sergeant!

What happened to all our air?

Pulled back to save our assets!|They were blowing us out!

We're abandoning Los Angeles!

Let's go, Imlay!

Son, you okay?

All right.

Let's move! Move, move!

Come on, Harris, let's go!

Hold on!

- You all right?|- Yeah!

Everybody all good?

- Girls?|- Everybody okay?

Hold on tight!

What happened?

Pilot said something|was playing hell with our power!

Staff sergeant! Nine o'clock!

Santos, you said you were tracking|massive RF signals?

Could a concentration of them|knock out power?

Yes, definitely! Why?

Could be their|command-and-control centre!

Get me down there!

What?

I gotta recon that area!

No way! It's a suicide!

Damn it, we're the only ones left!|All the other forces have fallen back!

We can't land! May not have power|to take off again!

This is a letter for Martinez's wife.

Will you get it to her?

Yeah.

Hover at 40 feet!

- Twenty seconds!|- Roger that!

Come on, Adukwu, let's get this off.

Staff sergeant, what the hell|are you doing?

We're in the clear!|We're almost home, Imlay!

You're in charge now!

You get these civilians home safe!

You're the bravest Marine|I ever seen, Hector!

No!

Everybody, take cover.

I told you to stay in that helo.

Civilians are free and clear.|We were worried about your ass.

I think the command-and-control asset|is nearby.

Kerns, how many klicks|to that blackout?

It's about five klicks,|staff sergeant.

Five klicks. All right.

We're gonna use this overpass|for cover.

If we could take out those drones...

...our military might have a chance|to get back into this fight.

Santos...

...where would you put a|command and control asset

if you wanted to protect it?

- Underground.|- Let's go.

Everybody, let's move. Come on.|Move, move, move.

Move.

They must've gone back up.|Just leads up to the street.

I thought they were leading us|to the command-and-control centre.

Damn it.

Let's go. Back.

Holy sh*t!

Santos!

They know we're here now.

That's their command-and-control.

Everybody out now!|Move, move, move! Follow me!

Up here! Up that ladder, go!|Move, move, move! Up that ladder!

Let's go! Move it up!|Blow that grate, Imlay!

Move, move, move!

We're right over their command asset.

That's it, all right. Let's move the|concrete slab, 1 o'clock. Let's move.

Fire in the hole!

That should give us a couple minutes.

Laser target, staff sergeant? We don't|have any more jets, though, right?

Hopefully they could still|fire ground-to-ground missiles

from Edwards Air Force Base.

We radio in a strike, paint the target|with the laser to guide them in.

- Aye-aye, staff sergeant.|- Hoorah.

Our best chance at radio reception|is on top of that building...

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