Seal Team Eight: Behind Enemy Lines Page #5

What the f***'s going on?

What's all the noise?

No, no, no.

Bubba, vic.

- Case.

- We gotta get them out.

Case, we gotta go.

Case, we gotta go, man.

Case, we gotta go.

We gotta go!

Move it.

Right.

We should go now.

Let's go.

F***! Turn around.

F***.

Sh*t.

Come on, faster.

Kill them.

Jay!

- F***, he's still alive.

Grab him. We will use him.

- What about the other one?

- He's as good as dead.

Jay!

Just you?

Get us out of here, fast.

You got comms with Ricks?

Delta channel.

Ricks,

Case on delta channel.

- Come in. Do you read?

- Go for Ricks.

Vic and Bubba

didn't make it.

So you have three SEALs down

there that need to come home.

And Ricks...

they got Jay.

- What do you mean, theygot Jay?

- Malin has him.

- How the f*** did that happen?

- The f***in' asset is Malin.

What the f***

you want from me anyway?

You f***in'

missing Case?

I'll ask the questions.

F***in' b*tch.

What the f*** do you think

I know that can help you?

Nothing.

Kinshasa is ground zero

for Malin's smuggling pipeline.

She probably has

a distribution point...

where she can ship out

small, untraceable loads.

And now we know every bit ofintel

the C. I.A. has on Malin...

was planted by Malin.

Okay, Case,

we got three dead SEALs.

And now they got

a live SEAL as a bonus.

Why the f***

are you torturing me?

Come on.

I'm not torturing you.

I'm giving you a taste...

of what your new life

will be like in Iran.

We know she operates

from the slums.

I'm guessing the intel she was

pushing never pointed there.

He's right.

Can you think ofa better

place to set up shop?

The cops won't go near it. It's like

another planet in there with mob rule.

F***in' b*tch.

You might want to show

a little respect.

She's protected in there.

All these warlords

treat their territory the same.

Like a tribal kingdom.

We saw it in Mog back in '06.

Find me the tallest

building in the slums...

or directly adjacent.

She may or may not be there,

but even money says

she controls it.

Let's do it. Do it.

We got an apartment complex.

Nsele Tower.

It's the tallest

structure in the area.

It's right on the perimeter.

What do you think?

It's a place to start, and I'm

scrambling a team to recon with you.

How long? Two and a

halfhours, on the inside.

That's too long. The window

might be closed by then.

I'm gonna drop in solo.

I don't want you dropping in with

nothing but your dick in your hand.

- I appreciate it.

- Here. Take my cell phone.

Now I'm just

gonna do lead recon.

I won't shake the tree

until the cavalrygets there.

No. Case, I don't like it.

Come on, Ricks.

We're probably wrong anyway.

At least I can start eliminating

possible locations, narrow the options.

Hello? Excuse me.

Can I borrow these?

Okay, Case, listen to me. Keep

your head down and your mouth shut.

I'm done losing men today.

Me too.

F*** me.

Ricks,

got a visual on the van.

- Case, talk to me.

- Hold on, I'll take a closer look.

Empty.

Wait. I hear something.

I'll get back to you.

I got Case again for you.

Hey, Ricks.

I think I got

something for you.

Trace that voice.

Get that?

Got it.

We've confirmed the buyer is an

Iranian operative named Amjad...

with ties to the

terrorist cell Al-Shabaab.

Amjad will probably take the

final shipment of the uranium...

but we suspect the final payment

will be at Malin's safe house...

where she is most likely

holding Jay.

- Location?

- Near the old market.

Working the sat right now.

But if she hasn't

broken up the payload...

there should be enough to nail

down the uranium signature.

Case, just observe.

Bravo is close.

They're 20 klicks out.

I gotta keep moving. He'll lead

me to Malin. I'm not losing Jay.

Case?

He's gonna do it.

He's gotta.

Over there.

There he is.

- This way, everybody.

- Go, go, go.

- Go, go, go.

- Come on, you a**holes!

Grenade!

Get back! Get back!

Oh, you wanna play kamikaze?

Let's play kamikaze.

Get back! Get back!

Grenade.

Sh*t.

Guess who.

Fire!

Thanks, Jay.

- Hello.

- You're late.

Navy SEAL, motherf***er.

There are two more detachments

coming to get me out of here.

You and your friend are

standing in your own grave.

How many villages are dying of radiation

poisoning from work in your mine?

What do you think

that's like?

I can't even imagine.

You won't have to.

Do it.

Do it.

Come on. Do it.

You Americans are so weak.

Without your drones and

missiles, you'd be nothing.

Even if you kill me,

another will take my place...

probably hired

with the same money.

Helping people like Tonga...

sacrificing

innocent people...

sacrificing my friends.

It has to stop.

Well, stop this.

Oh, God.

You motherf***er!

No, don't go away!

Help me! Help me!

That is a whole lot

of nuke juice.

Enough to get you

in the superpower club.

Comfortable, Commander?

You realize that everybody around

you is wearing a hazmat suit, right?

We're immune to nukes.

So how about a ride

out of this sh*t hole?

Half a klick away.

I want you two to take

some "R" and "R," gentlemen.

And I want you

to make it count.

Thanks, Chief.

Chief.

Where should we go?

Jay, shift your weight.

Shut up, old man.

This ain't "E" and "E,"

it's "R" and "R" for me.

You know...

I haven't thanked you yet. For what?

Your excellent work

in picking a vacation spot.

Come on, man. You know I

was born to roll like this.

Yes, I do.

Check this kid out. Yep, the

C.I.A. is gonna be pissed.

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