Seal Team Eight: Behind Enemy Lines Page #4

Help me get him out.

Help me get him out.

He's still breathing.

I got him.

We got you, Bubs.

One, two, three.

- Get his hand grenades.

- Pull his vest off.

All right. Gun over.

Watch his face. Gun over.

- We gotta stop the bleeding.

- Over his face.

- Open him up.

- vic!

- Jam as much of that in the wound as possible.

- Gauze.

Easy, Bubs. Easy.

Easy. You're okay.

Easy.

You're all right, buddy.

Look at me. Look at me.

You're all right.

Bubba, look at me.

Just breathe. Take it easy.

Just keep breathing.

Does this hole qualify me

for the good sh*t, sir?

Close enough.

You're all right.

It's okay, kid.

Let's tie this off. Let's

get that shirt off. Come on.

Up you go, Bubs.

- Get him on his feet.

- There you go.

Getting some color back.

You're blushing.

- Here you go.

- Just tie it off.

All right. On three.

One, two, three.

Hey.

All right, look at me.

Are you doing good?

Sir.

Sorry about the truck, sir.

Don't mention it.

Come on.

You all right?

Yes, sir.

You good?

Yeah.

How much further?

A couple of hours.

Hey, what was

in that syringe?

A little of everything,

I expect.

Collins,

confirm the head count.

I still show five.

Okay, we lost

one of our boys.

But I don't think,

for the record...

we can positively I.D. the

individuals on the ground as our own.

But, sir, I think it's clear

- Since we cannot make a positive ID...

this remains an official

search-and-rescue operation...

and we can therefore

keep our bird on scene.

So in case those happen

to be our boys...

we should let them know

we have eyes on them.

California, this is Gray Base

One. Please stand by for orders.

Gray Base One,

California standing by.

Again?

Seriously?

These guys don't fight

from 200 feet.

If they're down this low, it's to say,

"Hey, we know you're up and running. "

Mind if I do the honors?

Be my guest.

I believe we have confirmation our

team understands eyes are back on.

You think, Parker?

All right. Let's get California back

up top. Eyes only until they need us.

- California, pull back.

- Gray Base One, California will comply.

We're almost there.

The mines are just on the

other side of this pass.

We're clear.

Okay, close the gate.

Let's go.

victor.

See the mine shaft?

Two guard detachments,

both sheltered.

Guards are staying put.

So any satellite images will

show this place is still inactive.

Which means Malin's hideout

will be underground.

A foxhole.

Definitely. The few things

we've learned about Malin...

have always been

the opposite of what we assumed.

Collins, let's get up close and

personal in case they need the support.

Yes, sir.

California,

this is Gray Base One.

Please adjust to an 8K ceiling

for max visual and pending support.

Gray Base One,

California will comply.

Repeat. Will comply.

So what's the plan?

Kamikaze with a twist?

I got you.

Kamikaze...

with a twist?

You're gonna

love this one.

Hey, who's that?

Watch out.

Nobody's in the truck.

Go, go, go.

- Another f***in'.50-cal.

- Grenade!

Don't stop.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

- Bubba!

- Grenade!

Let's go! Move up!

Case.

What you got?

Map.

You guys take

the main entrance.

I'll take the elevator.

We'll meet in the middle.

F***in' maverick.

I got you.

All right. On me.

We ain't here

to hurt you.

- They're just miners.

- All right. Stack up.

Boys ready

to go down the rabbit hole?

That's why we came, right?

Goddamn it.

On your 6:
00, Case.

On your 6:
00.

This has to be the spot. Yeah.

These guys seem pretty motivated.

Guarding the king's quarters.

Jay, me and you take the

right flank. The rest of you-

Bubba, on me.

Bubba, go.

Sir.

Get down!

- Goddamn it.

- B!

Bubba, you all right? I'll

check if it's over here.

Zoe, wait. Stay together.

Goddamn it.

Hey, B. Bubs.

vic, we're on your 6:00.

- What happened?

- A knife.

- You okay? Where's Zoe?

- Went that way.

We'll take that section,

find her.

Look after Bubs.

Go. I've got him.

Hey.

Hey, B.

Bubs, hang in there, kid.

Malin better be still alive.

Motherf***er!

Who betrayed me?

Who, mother cocksucker?

You've gotta be shitting me.

Tail pipe, now.

Sh*t!

- You got a missile lock.

- I know.

- All right. Evasive action.

- Countermeasure engaged.

California,

Gray Base One.

We seem to have lost our feed.

Please advise.

You two, go to the safe house.

Set up a meeting.

What the hell's

going on?

Get Commander Ricks

on the line right now.

Yes, ma'am.

You two, come with me.

Y'all think that Zoe chick's

gonna be all right?

Haven't you been

paying attention?

This lady knows exactly

what she's doing.

Left.

Got an office down here?

I'm gonna do a sweep.

Be back in two minutes.

All right.

Sweep done, man.

All clear.

No sign of Zoe. No sign of

guards. No sign of nothing.

- I just e-mailed CENTCOM.

- E-mail?

Yeah, no landline.

Malin's network.

The best I could do.

Commander, you need to see this.

You're not gonna believe it...

but a message from the team was

just routed to us from Little Creek.

What? They sent an e-mail

to their home base...

requesting

immediate medevac.

An e-mail?

That's brilliant.

Collins, we need the helicopter.

I need field medics on standby.

We got a SEAL down. I repeat.

We got a SEAL down.

Make it happen, goddamn it.

Figure it out.

Where is this Malin anyway,

the yellowcake?

I don't know.

Soldiers for hire don't fight

like that to protect an empty nest.

Malin's here.

I'm sure of it.

We're missing something.

Yeah, like?

So Malin pays Tonga

to secure the area...

so he can quietly stockpile

yellowcake for a huge sale.

But there's a problem when

you pay an army for protection.

Yeah, like who's gonna

protect you from the army?

Exactly.

So Tonga realizes that the sh*t

he's paid to protect...

is worth more than

he's being paid to protect it.

He becomes a threat. Malin

has no way of taking him out.

It turns out he don't need to.

We do it for him.

Who pushed over

the first domino?

We took out Tonga's camp based

on intel from the local asset...

Zoe Jelani.

She got caught on purpose.

No, she didn't.

That was her one mistake.

Think about it.

She's a proven

local asset doing what?

Ratting out her competition.

So she's got

a perfect record...

because all she has to do is

point to Tonga's training camp...

and scream "Al-Qaeda"

and we just vaporize it.

Yep. And physical

confirmation is needed now.

And she gets

caught somehow...

by Tonga...

the one person

that can ID her.

He was about to tell us

exactly who she was.

So she offs him.

And we buy it. Why wouldn't

we? I'm sure he did torture her.

Then she tells us

about the yellowcake...

convinces us to walk her

through the gauntlet...

so she doesn't miss her sale.

We still alive, right?

You do know how

to pick 'em, Case.

Let's go get her.

Damn straight.

Run, run.

Why can't you

like nice women, Case?

vic, Bubba!

vic, Bubba!

Get outta here! Now!

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