Battle Los Angeles Page #4

What the hell...?

Keep on firing!

Jesus Christ!

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.

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. I 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!

Lmlay, 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.

- 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.

61 st Wing, intel, surveillance,

recon division.

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.

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. Imlay, 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 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.

Didn't deserve that.

Didn't deserve that!

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?

All stations, this net. Sitrep as follow:

Enemy aircraft

number four fleets at this time.

Be advised, more entering battle

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.

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.

Officials are now saying any civilian

within 10 miles of the coast...

...should try to mak e their way...

...to a military

forward operating base, F. O.B.

This is the safest place

that you can be right now.

Now, the military has set up a line

of 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.

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