Seal Team Eight: Behind Enemy Lines Page #2

This way!

I got it.

Go!

Get down behind the truck!

Get down behind the truck!

Guys!

Where you going?

Cover fire! Cover fire!

F***in' love you, Jay.

d I'm gonna make- d

d Dikembe d

d The harder they ball

The harder they fall d

d So what are the odds? You lost,

Ambassador's been raw since '94 d

d The African attack d

d Let me translate

You can't- with us dd

- Cover!

- Move up!

On me!

Having fun, boys?

Boo-yah!

Dan, vic, right flank!

Bubba, P.K.G.

Throw some bullets.

Let's go, Jay.

Move in! Move in!

Bubba, on me!

Move in.

Clear.

Bubba.

Sir.

Check down below.

Sir.

Mirror. Come, you

American pigs. Come on!

Saw this in a movie once. Ain't

gonna improve your looks though.

Hello, hello.

You, shoot that thing.

You American dogs.

F***!

Who the f*** are you?

I'm the tooth fairy. I'm

gonna have to owe you a nickel.

Gray Base One,

location secured.

We have hands on Tonga.

- That was some Old Testament destruction there, gentlemen.

- Outstanding.

Appreciate the love.

Oh, and one more thing. Tell

California he can go f*** himself.

This look like an Al-Qaeda

training camp to you?

F***. This ain'tjihad.

There's no monkey bars.

That's a dead giveaway.

What are you

up to here, Tonga?

Where are the prisoners?

Where are

the f***ing prisoners?

Better talk.

Hmm?

Wait, wait.

After you.

Wait, wait.

- Secure him.

- Help me! Help me!

Clear.

Help me! Help!

Calm down.

Calm down.

We're U.S. Navy SEALs and

we're your extraction team.

- Can you please identify yourself?

- Zoe Jelani.

- And this man?

- Seborn. Get me out of here.

- Are you injured?

- I don't know.

Put your arm around me.

Put your arm around me.

C.I.A. gonna have a good time with

you. I'm gonna make sure of it.

You set this woman free.

You American pigs.

I'll tell you this.

She is-

Move back!

Move back!

Sit in the chair!

Sit in the chair!

Damn.

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Oui.

They're gonna want to spend a couple of

weeks at least debriefing you somewhere safe.

Out of the country,

all right? Chief, I-

What the f***?

Dan, what is it?

Uh, I think

we got something.

Excuse me.

vic. Let's go.

I don't know

what you did to her,

but let's just say

you got served.

Reinforced door.

Be ready for anything,

gentlemen. Copy that.

Popping the lock.

- When you're ready, call it.

- Sir.

Blow the lock in three.

Clear.

That's some serious

f***-you money.

It's a good thing we're

not in this for the money.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, good thing.

Now why would the general here

have all this cash on hand?

Sir.

Those are troop designations.

It's got every

entry point covered.

Whatever that is,

he's guarding it like Fort Knox.

It's a mine, and he's been paid a lot of

money to make sure no one knows it exists.

Question is,

what's he pulling out?

Only two things come out of

the ground in this region-

Copper...

and uranium.

I discovered this place while

tracking an illegal arms dealer.

Malin.

That's right.

We knew Tonga

was receiving weapons,

but what we didn't know

is that he wasn't buying them.

- They were payment for his services.

- He's working with Malin.

- Sh*t.

- He's working for Malin...

who's been stockpiling yellowcake

uranium for a major sale.

Sir.

According to this, there's been a major

influx of activity around the mine.

- Then I guess the sale's

happening soon. - Thirty-six hours.

And how would you

know that exactly?

Tonga.

Sure.

Let's go.

You're bullshitting me.

We gotta keep going.

We've a patch-through.

Case. I'm sitting here

with the C.I.A.

How solid is your intel on the

mine and this yellowcake sale?

Just over 100%.

All right.

Here's the deal.

I will have no other resources in the

area, and we're obviously on the clock.

I need your team

to pull a double.

- Sir?

- At this time,

I have no authorization...

for an extra team or air support without

confirmation, except for an extraction.

Okay. Maybe I wasn't

clear about the yellowcake.

It's the uranium type.

Uranium's legally

mined in that region...

and there are about

10 international agencies...

counting every ounce

of yellowcake produced...

making damn sure what your intel

says is happening never happens.

So you can imagine the

kind of politics that we-

Listen, Case.

The guys in D.C. cried wolf about

this African yellowcake once before.

We both know

how that turned out.

Yes, I do.

Listen.

I need you standing

on top of that sh*t...

smoking gun in hand, before

any of this is on the record.

Now, your mission is to confirm

that mine is producing uranium...

stop the sale

and expose the buyer...

and you gotta do it with

what you showed up with.

You got better intel

this time, right?

That'll be a giant

pain in the ass, sir.

I know.

Consider it done.

Copy.

You're fighting a war.

This ain't a goddamn game.

I got deja vu.

That's a bag

of d*cks, chief.

Sounds fubar.

I second your fubar,

and I raise you a fugly.

Yeah.

Hey.

- If it don't suck-

- We don't do it.

What else can you

tell me about the mine?

I'll tell you on the way.

I'm going with you.

No, I don't think so.

I'm the only one who knows this

area and where Tonga's troops are.

You need me.

D'accord?

Sir?

Yeah.

Case on the line.

Thanks.

Listen. The C. I.A.

wants their money.

Just bury it with a G. P. S.

tracker. They'll get it later.

Copy.

Your sat phone is our only

eyes and ears now.

No more direct contact

with the comms.

Roger that.

Good luck.

Collins.

Sir.

Lose this.

We're sending smoke signals.

No pressure.

We gotta bury the money.

- C. I.A.?

- Yup.

Just the dollars then.

- Bubba.

- Sir!

You gotta dig a hole,

bury all the US currency.

And put a tracker on it.

Sir.

So we're here. There's about 25

klicks between us and the mine.

This is the road. It's heavily

patrolled with Tonga's soldiers.

Even with Tonga dead, Malin will have

another general take over operations.

So we go around.

The terrain is very difficult.

It would take us days.

Nothing new there.

Tell me what

you know about him.

very little,

unfortunately.

We don't know if he's

one person or a network.

But he's controlled the illegal

arms trade in Congo for years.

Now he's moved on

to brokering uranium.

No one knows

his real name.

Malin is French.

For "sly," like a fox.

Yeah.

- Bubba.

- Sir.

We got two days of rations and water

left. Ordnance is the issue though.

Rounds are down to 40%.

Hey, lady.

Here. Take it.

Ever used one of these?

I'll take that

as a yes.

Let's do it.

We need to follow this river up

east to get to the first pass.

Let's take the boat.

We'll take it quietly.

Hostile, 3:
00.

Start her up, Bubba.

They are stealing the boat!

They are stealing the boat!

- Here they come.

- Cover fire! Cover fire!

Go! Go!

Dan, right flank!

Right flank!

More hostiles, 9:00.

Incoming. Get down!

Watch out, Bubba!

Turn around.

We gotta get Bubba.

Over here, guys. Over here!

- Guys. Pick me up!

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