Behind Enemy Lines: Colombia Page #2

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we catch it on tape, make it back

in time for two-for-one beers, on me.

Stingray Delta. Ready to move.

How's the neighborhood?

Quiet streets, good schools,

no nosey neighbors.

Switching to EM.

Clear on cams, no infrared trip-lines,

no motion sensors.

Going to thermal.

We've got 25 sparks inside,

fairly clustered.

All the guards have two-ways,

RF short range.

Copy that.

- Door is open.

- Alpha advancing.

See you around the punch bowl, boys.

Stingray Echo, hold your position.

Bogey in truck.

Stingray Echo, watch your six,

you don't wanna get splashed.

He's wearing Colombian Army fatigues.

The Colombians are compromised.

Let's go.

Tango-niner, I'm looking at MREs.

Great for waging war on your stomach.

Nothing suspicious.

Affirmative. FARC soldier at Tango-one.

Something feels off about all this.

Delta, what's the count?

Twenty-five spark hits. Fairly clustered.

Taking a look. Wait, one sec.

Looks like we got big fish.

Some kind of peace conference

between FARC and the Colombian Army.

Looks like we just walked

into the history books, boys.

Tango-six, fuel depot.

Diesel, maybe 1,500 gallons.

No munitions. No nothing.

Thermals moving in from the jungle.

Twenty or more, carrying heavy.

Get the hell out of there!

Back to insert. Move!

No!

Clear! Cover me!

LT, on your right.

Delta, left flank.

Cover me! I'm moving.

Road's clear. Quick!

Kevin, watch your back.

Carter, diversion.

Grenade!

Overwatch taking fire.

Overwatch taking fire.

Now on wheels.

Lower defense. Watch my state.

I'm hit.

Give him some cover.

Let's go! Let's go!

Move out! Come on!

Carter, give me a hand.

Guys, fall back.

Fall back, fall back.

Go, go, go!

Come on. Get him to the boat.

He's not breathing.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Who are these a**holes?

Must've been here the whole time.

Knew exactly how far to lay back

and not be detected.

Overwatch, overwatch, come in.

Greg, do you copy? What was his last?

- Taking fire.

- FUBAR, man.

That was some really great intel

on this shitstorm.

You know, if they got Greg,

they knew we were coming.

It's time to leave. Now.

Ambush! Ambush!

Take cover! Take cover!

We're naked out here!

Take it back to the jungle.

Carter! Go!

Now! I'm coming!

Stay down.

- It's no good! It's no good!

- We're not leaving him here!

- We have to go.

Goddamn setup, man.

We walked right into an ambush.

Those guys got skills.

I'm thinking AFEUR,

Colombian Special Forces.

Our own Green Berets trained

those sons of b*tches.

Something didn't feel right.

I should've seen it.

Bro, look at me. What's our next play?

We got com.

One of ours is still breathing.

They're moving him to Villavicencio.

What are you thinking?

I figure we get our boy. Get some payback.

That's definitely not

standard operating procedure, LT.

They got two jeeps, one truck.

King sh*t sitting up front in the Hummer.

Oh, just say the word.

I'll put one through his right eye.

I got an idea.

Go.

We need a phone.

All right. This village here.

Should make it there in a full day,

if we haul ass.

- We need to stay close to Kevin.

- Yup.

They're gonna have teams out tracking us.

Yeah. Well, we'd be out of work

if this sh*t was easy.

Let's move.

- Anything?

- They've missed two com checks now.

Did you ping their sat phone?

Monitor their ground coms? Something?

Sorry, sir. No bounce-back.

All coms have been down now

for eight hours.

Call NSA, DEA, anyone

who's got a sat overhead.

I wanna know what's going on down there.

I just got off the phone

with our embassy in Bogota.

- There's word of an incident.

- What are you talking about?

Sources are calling it an unauthorized

incursion of U.S. military forces.

The story is still developing,

but there is a claim

that the incident involves

the assassination of high level officials

of both the FARC

and the Colombian Army.

Holy sh*t.

There's a phone line.

Runs right through the center of town.

- Hold down the fort.

- I gotcha.

Reach out and touch someone.

LT, take cover. Bogey at 2 o'clock.

Spotted it.

Stay down. Stay down. Please.

Go, go, go.

Hey, we got wheels at 12 o'clock. Let's go.

And apparently that was rush hour.

Sir, you got a call here. It's collect.

What?

Hello?

Deep Blue, authenticate.

Sierra Niner Foxtrot Romeo 1-4-7.

Alpha Stingray,

this is Deep Blue authenticating,

countersign Lima 3 Whiskey 1-7.

Stingray, sitrep.

We were engaged.

Say again, we were engaged.

They were waiting for us.

Guerrillas took out

some kind of secret peace talk

between FARC and the Colombian Army.

- I need a secure line to the Ambassador.

- Yes, ma'am.

Take me off speaker. Now.

Stingray, what is your count?

Minus two. One capture.

Sir, these were AFEUR,

Colombian Special Forces.

Stingray, confirm your last.

Minus two. One POW.

Affirm.

Proceed to LZ for emergency exfil.

Negative. We have a location

on our captured asset.

Not going to happen.

We reassess and mission-plan a rescue.

I'm not leaving him behind!

You make sure your ass

is on that chopper.

We'll get our boy back.

We'll do it the right way.

I lost two men!

We lost two men,

and I'm not gonna lose two more.

You hear me, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Proceed to emergency evac coordinates.

Rendezvous at 1300.

This is Deep Blue, out.

Son of a b*tch!

Get me General Burlings. Son of a b*tch.

- Your call, LT.

- We follow orders.

I knew you were gonna say that.

Let's do it.

What's going on?

Making you a star.

Smile for the camera.

You and your friends made quite a mess.

So who sent you here?

I'm looking for Colombian chicks.

- Commander, we've tasked a sat.

- Good.

Bring up the evac LZ.

Go thermal.

Move your asses.

- Where's Swordfish?

- Swordfish, time to contact?

This is Swordfish, roger that.

Ninety seconds inbound.

Here! Come on!

We got them. We got them.

- We have a problem.

- Not now.

Daisy Forge, say again your last, over.

You are ordered out of Colombian

airspace immediately without pick-up.

What?

But we have them on sight.

They're right here.

- Do not land. Return to base.

- What are you waiting for?

I repeat. Abort. Do not land.

Return to base.

- God damn it.

- Come on!

What the hell is going on?

Why aren't they landing?

They've just been ordered not to.

- From who?

- The Colombian Army.

Commander, we've got vehicles

moving into the area.

LT, we got company.

Turn left! Turn left!

That was close. Yee-haw!

Pedal to the metal, Carter.

You best talk fast.

Your men have been declared

war criminals.

When the hell did Colombians

get into our chain of command?

- Who ordered the exfil abort?

- Washington.

- What?

- They want this handled

through diplomatic channels.

We can't afford to start swapping bullets

with an ally of the U.S.

FARC leaders have vowed

to increase their terror campaign

against the U.S. -controlled

puppet government of Colombia.

This is insane.

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