Seal Team Eight: Behind Enemy Lines Page #3

- Come on. We can make it.

Bubba! Bubba,

hold your hand out.

Bubba,

give me your hand.

Come on.

Pull him up. Pull him up.

Come on. Move.

Faster. Faster.

F***! It's a dead end.

Turn left. Turn left!

Dan, vic!

Right flank!

We gotta hit the water.

Ah, f***!

Case, look out!

The boat! The boat!

Case, the boat!

Get out!

- Case!

- Look out!

Case!

Keep moving.

Don't stop! Don't stop!

Let's go. Come on.

Go, go, go!

I'll cover you.

Go!

Dan!

Dan!

F*** you! F*** you!

They fragged Dan, man.

Jesus Christ! He's all

over the f***ing place!

Follow the river.

Follow the river.

We gotta go. I was

supposed to watch him!

Keep it tight.

It's not your fault, all right?

There's nothing

you could have done.

Now we need you, buddy.

Okay? So let's go.

Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

F***!

Confirmed.

The link is no longer active.

We should assume the worst.

No, we shouldn't.

Request satellite imaging

on that coordinate...

five minutes on either side

of the signal fail.

F***!

We've lost comms.

Dan had the f***ing sat phone.

We need to set up the 4-M.C. Comms?

We've lost comms? What the

f*** about the man we just lost?

vic!

Two, six, 10. Shut your

f***ing cockhole, Bubba.

You all right, Bubs?

Let's take a look

at this.

You all right?

Yeah.

You?

Yeah.

Here. Okay?

Okay.

It's not your first

time being shot, huh?

It's probably

not my last.

I hope it is.

Tell me if it hurts.

It's fine.

Let's just fix that.

Under here.

Should do it. Okay?

Thank you.

All right.

Here.

That's good.

What?

You're dangerous.

You know that?

You have no idea.

Sir, we got some

smoke up ahead.

Let's check it out.

- What the f*** happened here?

- Tonga happened.

It's flamethrower accelerant.

I guess from that same batch of

goodies those vz. 58s came from.

Jesus.

Why would Tonga do this?

These people are

no threat to him.

They chose

the wrong side.

Throw a dart round here and you

hit a different rebel faction.

What side is the wrong side?

Any side but Tonga's.

- What's he saying?

- "Die, devil, die. "

We're not here to hurt you.

We're here to help. All right?

- Hey, kid.

Hey, kid. Kid. Kid.

Look. All right?

Jay. Put that down.

Just trying to protect

what's left of his village.

Hey, kid.

Kid, come here.

Look. Shake my hand.

Come on.

Come on.

Put that down.

Shake my hand.

Hey.

Hey.

You all right?

For the last week, the villagers

saw a convoy of trucks...

coming through the pass every

morning about an hour after sunup.

- Convoy comes every day?

- Every day.

You're thinking

about hitching a ride?

Fighting isn't the only

thing we're good at.

Hey, Bubba.

Sir.

Come here.

All right.

I got good news

and really good news.

Good news is you boys have

exactly one hour to cop some Z's.

Think of it

as a mini vacation.

And the really

good news?

Then we're gonna breach

a moving convoy...

loaded with Tonga's troops.

You're welcome.

Goddamn.

Damn.

That's real good news.

He's due.

F*** him. I'm due.

Know what Dan

would have said.

All right. I better help the new guy

with the truck. He'll probably f*** it up.

F***ing will.

How'd you learn

to shoot like that?

When I was 12, I pretended I was a

boy and joined the army in Kinshasa.

It was during the civil war, so there was no training, no physicals

- nothing.

They just took you straight to the

battlefield with your own clothes.

When they discovered I was a girl

I was already leading a unit...

so they kept me.

No. I don't buy it.

What? Why?

It's hard to believe you could

ever have been mistaken for a boy.

So you said fighting wasn't

the only thing you were good at?

It isn't.

Come here.

- So what's the M.O., sir?

- Give me a minute.

Just trying to put

all the pieces together.

Thinking we do

the Korengal valley thing.

Which one?

First one.

I remember.

That got f***ed up, right?

Yeah, but it was

a better plan.

And I don't see any goat

herders around here, do you?

All right.

First one it is.

So what are we doing?

How complicated is this?

Extremely. Look.

- The truck stops there, right?

- Uh-huh.

We get on.

Okay.

Get down. You, you, you!

Go, go, go! Now!

- Go. Go.

- Get in there. Get in there. Quick.

Get on the floor.

Get on the ground.

Okay.

Everyone in position.

One, two, three.

Let's go.

We need to assume...

some of the operators

are still viable.

Rescue protocol should

give me at least one robot-

start clearing some of the

bad guys out of the area...

give who is ever

left out there...

some sort of

sporting chance.

Yes, sir. I'm on it. Thank you, Collins.

Never assume

the worst, Parker.

Never.

Sir.

Even if it is true.

I'm the new general in charge

here, so hurry up. Move it.

Faster, faster.

Faster, faster.

Faster, faster.

How long do we have

until this rat trap stops?

Forty-five minutes,

an hour at the most.

Carb up, fellas. There might be

some drama in the second half.

Sir, I think

we got something here.

Farsi.

Those markings. Takavar.

Iranian special forces.

Maybe we got the buyer.

I'd imagine we're looking

at their good-faith deposit.

Comms. Jackpot.

Looks like it might be

a good day after all.

Bubba, get your ass over here.

Stop fiddlin'.

If we can get hold

of CENTCOM...

and let them know that

we're mission forward...

they might not flatten the

place before we get there.

- How's your Persian, bro?

- F***in' awesome. If it was backwards.

Don't worry, 'cause all you have

to do is find a satcom frequency...

and we can tap into

our own mission channel.

Ticktock.

Come on.

California, please take out

all enemy hostiles.

- Did that person sound like- - Four

klicks to target. Weapons are hot.

Sh*t.

They're taking out the mines.

Without confirming the intel, it'll be

next to impossible to get that approved.

How long have

we been off-line?

Eight hours and change.

Ricks has probably

initiated rescue measures.

But without visual confirmation or a

request from us, he cannot send another team.

He'll be looking for the most visible

concentration of enemy hostiles.

Get the low-hanging fruit first.

He could put a bird in the air, clear out

the hostiles from the rescue perimeter...

assuming we're

still operational.

So cavalry's gonna take care

of some bad guys for us. Good.

We in the convoy full of bad guys,

numbnuts. Put your helmet on, Bubba.

People, we have about 30

seconds to un-f*** ourselves.

What are we gonna do?

River, 20 seconds.

Hey, don't you think

we should confirm strike?

Confirmed!

- It's a hit.

- Confirmed hit.

Everyone out!

- Go in for a second sweep.

- Copy that.

Incoming!

- Move out. On me!

- Go, go, go!

Bubba!

Bubba, get out!

- It's a hit.

- Roger that. Confirmed hit.

What the?

Those are our guys.

- California, abort mission! Abort!

- Sh*t!

Goddamn it!

We got a goddamn situation here!

Come on, Bubs.

I got you.

Stay with me, man.

Stay with me.

Come on.

- Get down here!

- Cover me. I'm going in.

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