Battle Los Angeles Page #5

- 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.

They dragged them out of the house,

into the street...

...put them in perfect order

before they shot them.

They shot them right in the head.

Chief, do we have any idea

why this is happening?

Well, it's clear there has been no

attempt at any kind of communication.

No demands, nothing lik e that.

So, obviously,

they are here for our resources.

When you invade a place

for resources...

...you wipe out

the indigenous population.

Those are the rules

of any colonisation.

And, right now,

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.

Of course, our planet's surface

is 70 percent water.

So again, and I have to stress this,

without certainty...

...the leading hypothesis remains

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 operating base...

...and those bombs

are gonna drop in 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.

- You know how to hotwire a bus?

- Stavrou can. He's from Jersey, sir.

Ladies first.

Two hundred metres.

Go down, there's the cars burnt out,

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 thing, staff sergeant.

That weapon's 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 here.

- Jesus Christ, look at that.

- I got another one.

- 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.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- You see what I'm seeing?

- What?

The ones that were just

on the roof aren't on it.

There's about two dozen

coming out the door.

They're on the street heading this way.

- Lieutenant, we got movement up here.

- Roger that.

We have contact 300 metres out.

We gotta cut quick.

Lieutenant, we gotta move!

What do we do?

- Sh*t's hitting the fan. 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.

- Got a breach on the north entrance!

They're inside.

I'm gonna gather everyone

by the doors on the south side.

We're right behind you.

What was that?

- Adukwu, you go with her.

- Yes, staff sergeant.

- Imlay, got an HE grenade round?

- Never leave home without it.

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!

Lieutenant, we've got the bus,

heading back.

Okay, guys, the bus is en route!

Bus is en route!

Thirty seconds till we move out!

Lmlay, give me a sitrep.

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 at my 6!

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.

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