Monsters: Dark Continent Page #2

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Whoo!

Battle damage assessment: 100 percent.

I want all these Humvees

cleaned out by 0800.

I am Staff Sergeant Frater,

this is Sergeant Forrest.

Area team leaders, welcome to the IZ.

That is the sound of air strikes

hitting monster herds.

It could happen any time of day.

You didn't choose to come here on vacation.

Make yourself at home.

This is now your normal.

Everyone of you is going to

have to make decisions

there is no right answer to.

You have the gift of aggression

and you will have to act.

Do not let your emotions control you.

Sergeant Forrest.

Now I'm going to break it down to

you like you're in kindergarten.

We have Goliaths imbedded

in built up areas.

We bomb them, there's collateral

and the hodgies get real pissed.

So what we're dealing with is IEDs,

suicide bombers,

rocket-grenade attacks and ambush.

Now we will take down monsters

when we encounter them,

but our main focus is to close

down this insurgent activity.

That means recon in non-permissive areas,

and maintaining contact with the locals.

Now, when you're not in the sh*t, you keep

your gear, your rifle and your balls clean.

Your body and your rifle

are a one-weapon system.

Now I'm not going to lie to you.

I think you're a bunch of... weird-looking,

ugly, raggedy ass motherfuckers.

Stand up, private.

- You're tall, ain't you?

- Yes, sergeant.

Standing up there all tall,

looking like JJ out of Good Times.

Sit down.

And you, you sad-looking motherf***er.

What's wrong with you looking all sad?

Like you was wishin'

you was in team My Little Pony.

We are not.

You are part of team Tiger Shark.

Conway.

On your feet.

- Who are we?

- Tiger Shark!

- I said, who are we?

- Tiger Shark!

- Who hunts and kills all the prey?

- - Tiger shark!

Hooah!

Hey, Rodney Peete... 4th down baby.

Rodney Peete?

How the f*** old are you, sergeant?

Old enough to be your daddy, b*tch.

- Whatever, man.

- But your mama not good-looking enough for you to be my son.

Get open! Where you at, man, get open!

- Get off me!

- Who are you talking to?

Talk about my mama again, man.

You stay... you stay where you are.

Remember who you're talking to.

- You watch yourself.

- I'm watching, man.

- Remember who I am.

- I know who you are, man.

- What you gonna do?

- You wanna try that on me?

Man, I'm from Detroit.

What the f*** you gonna do to me?

- You wanna try...

- What you gonna do to me?

Say that again! Say that again!

- Come on! Come on!

- Keep left!

Come on, man. What are you doing, man?

Get the...

My nigga, my rookie.

That's the fire.

That's the fire, right there.

We need that out on the field.

"The thumb stays in the ass while

other fingers roam the front.

I wonder if this is what

being tied up is all about?

The insanely sensual and erotic

feeling of being wide open,

so vulnerable, and absolutely

urgently craving a wild

and unrelenting f***ing..."

Goddamn, Sergeant Forrest.

Your wife has got a way with words, man.

Did she write this sh*t

about her boyfriend?

- Look at them tig 'ol bitties.

- I'm trying to drive, kid. Come on, man.

My woman's not f***ing around on me.

One word:
Sybian.

Sybi... what the f***?

Eight point five inches,

two inch rubber attachment. Floor mounted.

Zero point five-nine horsepower, 6,500 RPM.

She saddles up. Powerful vibrations.

It comes in pink and black. I went black.

Yo, you serious?

What, you mean, you didn't

buy your boyfriend a f*** replacement?

- Sh*t.

- Sh*t.

- Man, you?

- Dog, I bought your sister a pregnancy test, man.

Pull it over, Williams.

This is not good.

Jesus...

It was our first patrol.

This corner shop belongs to the people

who run this street, on the other side.

The two guys here?

I think we were all scared.

Anyone said they weren't

was a f***in' liar.

And nobody wanted their family to get

a knock on the door after day one.

But they were easing us in.

We needed to get out there and

build up trust with the locals.

Maguire, you tell Charlie,

keep your head on a swivel.

You're watching our six.

Come here.

OK, what's your name?

Ali. OK, I've seen you before.

Let's take a nice picture

of you, all right.

OK, good.

That's it. Look down the camera.

All right.

- Good. Good.

- You a good boy?

All right, I want you

to stay a good boy. OK?

OK, kids here. Heads up.

Watch your weapons, watch your sidearms.

Hello. Hey.

I'll take it here, all right?

Yeah? Peace signs, you like peace?

You a good boy? You behave yourself?

How we doin', Parkes?

Just form up, get on line.

Link up!

Heads up! Formation! Heads up!

I wanted to protect them, but it already

felt like a losing ballgame here.

Renegade, Tiger One.

Possible signature activity

at target location.

Standby for confirmation.

Copy.

We probably blew the sh*t out of

their main water supply last night.

We should hang back for more recon.

Those are the same containers

they use for IED's.

We wait 'til nightfall,

we go down, take a closer look.

We finish this now.

Copy that.

Monsters surround, but

they ain't scaring me

In the land of sand,

where they only speak Ara-be

Far from home, I know they be missin' me

My girl on the phone is dreamin'

of kissin' me

Out here with Sergeant Forrest,

he ain't no Gump

Got my rifle in my hand makin'

motherfuckers jump

From the D, you know, hoes and thugs

Lay it down like a king,

chasin' giant sand bugs

Still looking good from over watch.

Renegade, three fighting-aged males

approaching, I'll stick to them.

Get something in the air.

Roger, sir. Good copy.

Talk, too, One-Zero-One

I got movement.

Target 20 meters to your right.

Stay back! Do not come any closer!

Stay back!

Get out of here now!

Do you understand that now?

Do not f***ing move!

- OK, OK, OK.

- Open his jacket. Very slowly.

Open his jacket right now.

I have a clean shot.

What's going on down there?

All right, he's clean. Do not engage.

Copy that.

What the f***'s he saying?

OK, this is his farm. He's a farmer.

He says he has lost

his children and his family.

He says the bombs killed his

cattle last night.

All right.

You tell him I understand.

We regret his losses.

We're here to improve his situation.

He was given a chance to evacuate.

They all were.

He says, "Improve?

You don't improve the situation.

Do they fire rockets at your children?"

he says.

He says, "Who asked you to come here?

You have supplies.

Do we have fighting you?"

Are there insurgents here?

Are there insurgents here?

Ask him now.

He says if he speaks

they will cut his throat.

He says, "Listen to me.

All of you listen to me."

Shut him up. Shut him up right now.

He says, "This is my place."

He says, "This is my land.

You cannot remove me from here," he says.

He says, "You cannot remove me,

and you cannot remove the monsters."

OK, he says, "They are under the Earth,

with the dirt."

Shut him up!

He's becoming a motherfucking hazard!

Sergeant...

...please advise... north of your location.

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