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capable of silencing the truth

of our people.

We must get away from here.

Go back to our homes.

Wash out the bitter taste of defeat.

We are beaten.

Let's kick some ass.

Go! Move!

I thought you might need some help.

Son-of-a-b*tch!

Listen, man...

if there really is anything to

that hocus-pocus tattoo...

I figure now is the time to use it.

Use it, man! Use it!

Will you be all right?

Keep going, man.

Keep kicking that ass!

Emergence! Emergence!

Where is Zayas?

Office. Office.

Thank you.

Drop it, advisor.

Where is Vortek?

I give you fair warning,

comrade advisor...

I am well armed.

Where is Vortek?

I hardly think you are in the position

to be asking any questions, "comrade".

This is a very small space...

and this is such a very big grenade.

Even if I should be shot, the blast...

He is in the Hind, isn't he?

The road, amigo.

Lift!

Get us up!

You lied to me, General.

I sent you on a mission...

to aid an oppressed people.

But you didn't tell me

who the oppressors were.

Nikolai... you were Spetsnaz.

I am Spetsnaz.

But, I am no longer one of you.

We made it my friend.

You did it, man. You did it.

F***ing A.

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