Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #8

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...but it's the most exposed.

I'll do it, staff sergeant.|I'll make the call.

Santos, you got those codes?

Air Force strike package coming up.

You get to high ground.|All right!

Once you radio in,|they'll track that signal.

Things are gonna get real hot,|real fast.

So once you make that call, you get|the hell out of there, all right?

You know what that means?

It mean we're gonna have to hold those|things off till the strike gets here.

Bingo. Marines...

...we make our stand here.

Let those bastards know|who they're f***ing with.

- Retreat...|- Hell!

Two-Five.

- Right of the heart, right?|- Right of the heart.

They're gonna be coming up|from there.

I need you to take two of these.

Plant one right there and|the other one on

the other side of that road,|all right?

- Keep your head down, get it done.|- Doc, watch your back, doc!

Watch your head! Watch it!

Any station, this is|Foxtrot-Two-November, do you copy?

this is Yankee-Tango, over.

We have a priority fire mission.

We've located a major enemy|command and control centre...

...under grid 885-342.

We will be lasing. Code 1-2-0.

I say again, we will be lasing.|Code 1-2-0.

Time to target, three minutes.

Staff sergeant!

We got three minutes!|It's coming in three minutes!

All right.|Let's paint this target.

Hell of a shot, Kerns!|Get your ass out of there!

Get out of there, Kerns! Sh*t.

- Sh*t!|- Kerns!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Doc, Doc! Get to cover now!|Move, move!

Sh*t.

Contact! Twelve o'clock!

Covering up front!

- Go, go, go!|- Go on, get in there!

Shift fire left! Shift fire left!

Right there, right there!

Got it!

Sixty seconds left.

- Lockett!|- Sh*t!

Let's go!

Back in the fight, Santos!

- Need a little help!|- Covering!

Imlay, use your grenade launcher!

- I got it, Doc!|- Covering!

Where's that goddamn artillery?|Should've hit by now.

Doc, let's go!

- Doc?|- Imlay! Imlay!

Incoming!

Yes!

Santos, we got it!|We got it!

Direct hit! Direct hit!

Staff sergeant, you did it!

Yes, we got it!

The strike package.|It went through?

- It came through?|- Yeah! All right, Kerns!

It's over.

It's coming up. It's coming up.

They're trying to get away.

The goddamn thing can fly,|staff sergeant. It's flying now!

I'll get you out!

We gotta protect the laser.|Come on. Come on!

Santos!

Son of a b*tch!

- That hurt!|- Cover me, Lockett!

The drones are pulling it away!|We gotta take it out now!

Incoming Copperhead!

They're using the drone|to protect the ship!

I'm running low on ammo!

Santos!

How is he?

He's hanging in there,|staff sergeant!

Crazy bastard.|You should've left me there.

Covering!

Grenade!

- Staff sergeant!|- We are not dying here, Lockett!

You damn right we're not dying!

It's getting out of range!|I gotta take it down!

Doesn't have enough punch!|Save that shot!

Staff sergeant!

Lockett, you okay?

Harris, you're gonna be okay.

There's the last Copperhead.

Santos, take out that drone!

Firing!

- Yeah!|- We did it!

We did it!

I can't believe it worked!

Yeah!

Staff sergeant, you did it!

There's nothing controlling|the drones anymore!

Marines, on me!

They're retreating. Advance!

You guys saved our lives out there!

Semper Fi, Two-Five!

- All right, Two-Five!|- Retreat, hell!

You kicked ass, staff sarge!|Welcome home!

- Move! Move! Move!|- Good work, Marines! Outstanding.

Your civilians are safe.

Word of how you brought|their ship down...

...is going out to every army|in every city.

We're mustering up whatever troops|we can get and going back in.

So get out of that gear.

Get some chow in you.

There's breakfast in the tent.

You earned it. Hoorah, Two-Five.

- Get some smoke, Imlay.|- Got you.

Got grenades over here. Anybody need?

- Got frag rounds coming down.|- Imlay, I think you could use this.

- Got it. HE rounds.|- I need a couple more magazines.

- Very nice, very nice.|- Everybody got ammo?

Yes, staff sergeant.

What do you think you're doing,|staff sergeant?

We already had breakfast, sir.

I'll be borrowing this, sir.

Carry on.

- Retreat, hell!|- Hoorah!

Who's with me?

Dog Pound 2-1, on your left.

Dog Pound 2-1.

Snake Eyes joining the fight.

we're on your six.

- Eagle on your right.

This is Foxtrot-Two-November.

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