Project E.1337: Alpha Page #4

---

- Do you have any idea how much I've lost

because of those selfish idiots?

We're out there dying trying

to defend these walls,

and then you guys show up

with your special treatment.

You know what, I'm not

gonna ask you again.

Now I said what the--

- That's enough!

You all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- What's your name?

- Mason.

I'm a bomb technician.

- Mason, huh?

Carlos.

That's Spencer, and that's Jack.

- Nice to meet you.

- Sorry to hear about your loss.

Can't lose focus out there,

you're gonna get us killed.

- So, what are you guys, really?

- Couldn't tell ya, exactly.

Not because I don't want

to, we honestly don't know.

- That doesn't bother you?

- Not really, no.

- No?

How does that not bother you?

- Do you question your purpose

in defending those walls?

- No.

- Exactly.

Our purpose is to help you any way we can.

- Get your goggles on, boys,

we're nearing the drop off point.

- All right team, weapons check.

Little Lady?

- Four mags.

- Three mags.

- Sir Speaks-a-Lot?

A**hole.

Tech?

- Two mags, and a class 2 EMP grenade.

- What's that exactly?

- If I have to disarm the bomb,

this will cut out all circuits

within a two mile radius

for about five minutes.

This is our last resort,

so don't touch it.

- Let me be clear.

We're to bring back one

of these innies alive.

So conserve your ammo,

don't spray and pray.

We don't know how many we're gonna

be contending with out there.

Now for this mission, we'll

be breaking up into two teams.

- Three.

- Well good

lord almighty, it speaks.

Sure about that, guy?

You don't want a spot or anything?

- Don't need one.

- Well all right then.

- Little Lady, you're with

Techy, keep him alive,

Carlos, you're with me at point.

If sh*t goes tits up well,

we'll be counting on you, Gunny.

And still an a**hole.

- Guys are late.

- Sorry, do we really have to

come out all the way up here?

- Yeah, but I guess it'll be aight.

Here, you guys look like

you could use some of this.

- All right

everybody, stay frosty,

we're near the radiation point.

See anything up there, Gunny?

- Just arrived at

the vantage point, stand by.

- Yeah all right, copy that.

- Hold on.

There's three targets

ahead of your position.

One of interest, about 100 yards out.

- We visual on our targets,

just keep scanning in

case there are others.

- Copy that.

- Tastes good, doesn't it?

Tonight's the big day.

Need you both at your very best.

- What's the plan?

- It's simple, really.

Just need you guys to

get up that wall tonight,

set it up and set it off.

- Looks different.

- Eh, it's a little bomb that we saved

for this special occasion.

Be more than enough to blow up the wall,

even in a 1/4 mile radius.

- Where's the remote?

- Remote?

You think we have that type of stuff?

You have to manually set this puppy off.

- What?

- What, you think things

would be any different?

One of you still must die.

- What kind of bullshit is this,

that wasn't part of the deal.

- Nobody

ever said it wasn't.

- This was supposed to be it.

- Don't--

- This was supposed

to be it for me and my family.

- Stop it.

- You can't keep doing this

to us, you motherf***er.

- Oh, I believe I can.

- Where in the

hell did that come from?

- Are you guys seeing this?

- Where did these guys come from?

That's not, how is this possible?

- Settle down,

Techy. We're fighting blind

unless you can get them outta that camo.

- She had a family, you

didn't have to kill her.

You made a f***ing promise!

- And I plan to keep that promise

as long as you finish out the mission.

- F*** you.

- I think you'll see things my way.

- The f***?

- How, how, we

gotta get outta here,

we gotta get out--

- Shut up.

- What's the matter, you look surprised.

- How did you?

- We've had

this for awhile now.

- Why didn't you--

- Share it?

Well, that's something that you don't need

to concern yourself about.

But what you need to concern

yourself about is this mission,

so your families can live like we do.

Now let's get ready, shall we?

- What is that?

- Just a timer.

Set it and get out in 20 minutes

and you'll be with your

family in a safe sector.

- That's impossible, it takes

40 minutes just to get there.

- Well I suggest you start running.

- I need more time.

- What?

- I need more time.

- This is not how it works.

- Okay, I could just stay

here and blow all of us up.

- You could, or I could

easily execute your wife

and two kids while that happens.

- Take the shot, now.

- It's not your call, Little Lady.

Everybody stand down.

- Gimme that.

- No, no wait!

- If he fails, proceed to kill all.

- What do you think

you're doing, Little Lady?

Get back here.

- Come on, come on!

- Quit your crying

Techy, and get up here.

- Sh*t.

- Go.

- Hell Techy, you got

a cramp, get up here.

Damnit, Techy, come on.

Carlos, stay here with him.

Carlos, Carlos?

Goddammit!

- What's going on?

Jack, Jack, is that you?

Spencer, do you copy?

Can anyone hear me?

- Loud and clear.

Looks like the EMP wore off.

- Need status on the target now.

- I'm still in pursuit.

- We've also

lost contact with Jack.

Someone may have taken him down.

- That cocky son of a b*tch.

He's gonna let that inny get away.

- Standby.

- Oh, you talking now, a**hole?

- Which way did he go?

- He's west bound,

2,000 yards from last.

- At that distance

there's not much I can do.

There's too many trees in the way.

- Well you better

think of something quick,

because at this rate the

blast radius will hit

the walls when the timer runs out.

- You have clear

sight of the target?

- Yes.

- Keep him in sight.

Call out your position from

him every couple of seconds.

- Do you want me to do the same?

- Do you have sight

on the target as well?

- Negative,

but I can see Spencer.

- Then call out

your position from Spencer.

- Roger that.

- 385, 350.

- Please God don't let them hit the bomb.

- 1,300 yards, zero degrees.

- Move off to your right, Carlos.

- 370, 335.

- 1,280, 340.

- 360, 335.

- 1,270, 335.

- Your shot was too low.

- Sh*t.

- 352, 335.

- 1,250, 335.

- 340, 325.

- 1,247, 335.

- 335, 325.

- 1,244, 335.

- 332, 325.

- 1,242, 335.

- 329, 325.

- 1,239.

- Did we get him?

Did we get the bastard?

What's going on over there?

Has the bomb been secured?

Does anybody copy?

- Target's alive, bomb acquired.

Looks like the EMP fried the

timer, but it's still armed.

- Very good, guys.

Jack, go find some intel,

we'll meet ya there.

- Roger that.

- Let's go.

Get up.

- Wait, what're you doing?

- I'll tell you later.

- Wait, can you see?

- Shh.

- Where are you gonna go?

- He's back there.

- Copy that.

- Here.

- So he's the lucky

one going back with us?

FOB two, this is lima,

bravo, beta one requesting

immediate evac, echo, whiskey, plus one.

- Roger that, lima bravo--

- Find anything?

- No, nothing.

- What the hell took you so long,

this bastard almost got away, hey!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes