Firebase

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You're not who I'm looking for.

You Sergeant Hines, yeah?

Jacob Palmer,

Central Intelligence Agency.

I'm the guy you've been

communicating with.

This is Sergeant Carr

of the Studies

and Observation Group.

You're far from your friends,

Sergeant Hines.

When you wandered off,

your unit

thought you had deserted,

wanted you court-martialed.

You're still drawn to it?

You have to kill it, yeah?

Too late, though.

The river god did this

three days ago.

We'll get some men up here

to clean this up.

Come on, let's head out.

I have something to show you.

Have you ever heard

of Firebase Quatro?

Outside of Tay Ninh,

on the border of Cambodia.

We set up Quatro as a base

for tracking the river god.

You know who he is?

I need you to do

something for me, Hines.

I give you info,

you do what I ask.

Understand?

Now, the river god

was a Vietnamese farmer.

We keep the survivors

of his attacks at Quatro,

in the field hospital.

There's someone there

I want you to meet--

a kid named Bracken.

He's the only survivor

of the river god

who can still talk.

-Jacob Palmer?

-Yeah.

Major Brickerson.

JSOC told me

you might be able to shed

some light on things for us.

We got our asses whupped

by a VC ambush.

We waited for reinforcements,

but when those soldiers came,

they were...

they were monsters

in the shape of men...

They wouldn't die,

not by shooting them.

So we retreated

to Firebase Tarheel--

or we tried to--

but...

Tarheel was gone.

Just f***ing gone.

That's when I called in

the air strike.

We lit that jungle on fire...

and we burnt everything.

And there he was,

just standing there...

not running,

no pain,

invisible...

except for the napalm

just sticking to him.

Something I'll never be able

to explain.

It just doesn't make sense.

Look, I'm not here

to connect the dots for you.

The events at Tarheel

are classified.

I got men in this unit I trust,

men I know,

men I've shed blood with,

and they're saying

things happened to them

that they can't explain.

My boys are saying

they saw the devil...

the devil.

Yes...

I want your men

to help us kill the devil.

I think the CIA

better start to explain

what the f*** is going on here,

or you're going to have

a mutiny on your hands.

Please state your name.

Bracken.

Corporal Richard Bracken. Sir.

All right.

Please recount the events

at Firebase Tarheel.

How did you get burned?

What happened?

The day started weird.

There was some...

something along the riverbank.

Seals had found it,

and a call came down for us

to get Intel on it.

The camera guys in air cav

were sent with us,

and we saw it.

It was...

I don't know what it was.

What happened

at Firebase Tarheel, Corporal?

We were shooting everywhere.

They had us pinned down.

All my buddies got f***ed up.

I mean, bad.

And I just seen him there

looking at me.

The river god.

He was looking right at me.

And I never felt

anything like that.

One minute, I'm in the jungle,

looking at that...

thing.

The next, I'm in South Carolina,

back on the day

we were gonna deploy.

I don't mean

like a dream or nothing.

I mean, I was in America.

And?

The planes...

they were all destroyed.

And we were under attack.

There was Russian aircraft,

but not like migs, or nothin'...

It was this blue napalm.

Like a propane flame napalm.

And everyone was burning.

They were burning us.

Soldiers burning.

Like hell.

Did that happen?

Did that happen

at Charleston Air Base?

Are they all dead?

Charleston's safe.

But it did happen.

It did.

Because then, uh...

Freddy and the boys,

they pulled me out of the ditch.

-I was still on fire.

-Here?

Yeah. Here.

In the jungle.

I was like...

here again but on fire.

Like they pulled me

out of South Carolina

into Vietnam.

A lot of my buddies

were along the river bank.

Bracken, let's go!

Come on!

He's raising the dead up.

Like ghosts.

He's making their...

their insides...

like, hard...

like a cockroach.

They look like spiders

or something.

I asked if anyone else

had seen their...

the god.

No one else had.

Thank you, Sergeant Bracken.

Corporal Bracken

will be flown

back to the States,

enrolled in MKSEARCH,

and his name will be stricken

off the rolls here.

He'll officially be MIA,

along with the 318

other Americans lost at Tarheel.

As of this moment...

Firebase Tarheel never existed.

Get some rest.

We head out

in a few hours.

I don't sleep anymore.

Try.

All these men...

they're gonna die tonight,

you know that, right?

I'm not sure you care

if these soldiers live or die,

You don't even care

if you live or die.

Maybe that's

how it works.

Who are you?

What are you becoming?

These details are slipping away

from you, aren't they?

I can help.

I have...

these dreams.

More like visions.

Trying to tell me something...

I can't understand

what it's saying.

It just sounds like noise.

I spoke to soldiers

in your previous unit.

I've heard all the accounts

about you.

"Hines isn't meant to die."

"Hines is protected

by a divine hand."

Objects were put in your path

to shield you,

put there to protect you

at exactly the right moment.

To shield you from

the right piece of shrapnel.

It's almost as if life itself

knew you were coming.

The universe keeping you alive,

saving you,

as though it has a plan for you.

And the river god?

That man you're

compelled to hunt?

He is an error.

A mistake.

Plain and simple.

Life wants him gone.

But what is he?

A simple villager.

He had no connection

to the Vietcong.

He had a wife.

He had children.

He was pushed by grief

to the point where...

that the very fabric

tore around him.

The local villagers

who knew him,

they began calling him

"The River God."

He wandered the Mekong,

leaving a wake of destruction.

I don't even think he knows

he's doing these things...

these horrors.

Manifesting reality through

his subconscious thoughts.

Changing matter inside the dead,

reanimating them

as visions of his own hell.

Eventually,

he wandered into an NVA Base,

begging for help...

but by that point,

his flesh

had entirely burned off.

Invisibility...

telepathy...

As a god walking the earth...

his mind is set free.

We will set the jungle on fire.

Burn everything

until flaming gel

splatters across him,

lighting him up for us to track.

We will find him.

This is

the electromagnetic coil gun.

It's firing projectiles

about l/20th the speed of light.

Now, this...

this is the real jewel.

It creates a magnetosphere,

positive and negative polarity.

Everything about this

is designed

to keep reality unbroken,

so you can function.

You will be protected from

the breakdown in space-time.

We call it a relativity capsule.

It amplifies

the gift you already have.

Put on

the whole armor of god,

that you may be able to stand...

against the schemes...

of the devil.

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