Second in Command Page #4

Just be a minute.

Got a lock.

Washington. Do you copy? Over.

This is General Anderson. Copy that.

Yeah. Patch me through

to the Secretary of State.

This is Secretary Hammond.

What is your current situation? Over.

Sir, militia forces destroyed

our communication center.

Sir, Mr. Secretary, this is Frank Gaines, CIA.

We are outnumbered by over 20 to 1

at the moment.

We have no cover on three sides...

and the militia may have seized

government tanks and heavy weapons.

- Yeah, but...

- Sir, with relief forces still hours away...

and General Borgov's army out of contact...

I strongly urge that we reconsider

the plan to evacuate...

and take advantage of imminent night cover.

That's an opinion

which I cannot support, sir.

Would you stand by for a moment,

Commander Keenan?

Sir, I think you should take a look at this.

Gentlemen, we have a problem here.

Commander Keenan.

This department has not received

official notification...

that you've replaced Captain Baldwin

as acting Deputy Chief of Mission. Over.

I'm not getting you, sir.

The cable replacing Captain Baldwin...

as acting Deputy Chief of Mission

was never sent.

Officially, he is in charge, not you.

I am hereby ordering you to assist him...

in any way you can.

Could you put Captain Baldwin on the line?

This is Captain Baldwin.

What is your assessment

of the merits of an E&E?

I cannot guarantee the safety

of anyone in this facility.

I would therefore agree

that evacuation would be advisable.

Captain Baldwin,

you are authorized to proceed.

This is Delta 13, we are en route

and ETA is three hours. Over.

I heard the staff talking.

- And?

- They say we're moving out.

Is that so?

Sam, if we stay, we're dead.

If we go, we're ducks in a shooting gallery.

Well, it's Baldwin's call now.

Michelle, Baldwin is a good guy.

But he's never been in a combat situation.

But this is his turf.

This is your life.

Does it ever occur to you

that you might be wrong?

Not this time.

You know, it's okay to run

when you have explored all the options.

We'll talk about this later.

I tried to warn you.

We don't have time to build a horse

or dig a tunnel.

We don't have to. Someone already did.

Talk to me.

Now, here's a little something for you.

What is it?

Paranoid bastards built all kinds of sh*t

under the city.

Bomb shelters, command posts.

More tunnels than the New York subway.

That's lucky for us.

All stations.

Harry is open. Over.

Birch One to all staff. Initiate final burn.

Just the sensitive stuff. Bag it all.

Burn it to the furnace.

Attention all personnel. Please

make your way to the first floor lobby...

- and prepare for immediate evacuation.

- And then they told me the situation...

All quiet up here.

Stop there.

Tiger One. Transport ETA.

Tiger Two, ready. Out.

Tiger One,

tunnel exit located and secure. Over.

Just keep it moving.

Hey, folks, about a quarter mile

till we reach open air.

Stay tight.

Come on, let's go.

Look, I'll give you the details

of the evac plan...

when we're on the bus and out of the city.

So, if you could just take your place in line.

I'm staying.

That would be contradicting a direct order

from the Secretary of State.

Tavarov will want a point of contact

inside the embassy.

Let it go, Keenan.

Face it, pal, you just weren't up to the job.

Redwood Two. The men are briefed

for a tactical withdrawal. Out.

Birch One. Copy that.

Suit yourself, tough guy.

It'll be all right.

This way.

There are two more coming through. Over.

Tavarov's men are still gathering out front.

Right. By the time he's inside,

we'll have a half-hour head start.

I'll just divert the Marine Expeditionary Units

to the new away point...

and then we chopper out the civilians.

Simple.

You made the right decision.

Yeah.

Redwood Two.

Clarify status, Tiger One. Over.

Sir.

This way. Keep moving, please.

If you boys go AWOL again...

I'm gonna kick your ass.

Yeah, you get stuck in a hole again,

I ain't gonna save your sorry ass.

Follow me.

Let's go.

Redwood Two.

Clarify status, Tiger One. Over.

Tiger One. Hatch is open. Over.

Come on.

There it is.

Redwood Two.

Go, go, go. Stay low, stay low.

All right, let's get up there and cover.

Come on.

Nice work. Let's get them on the bus.

Go, go.

Redwood Two. Clarify status...

- Tiger One. Over.

- Almost there, sir.

This is Birch One.

President is en route. Over.

Why don't you attack this Embassy?

What are you waiting for?

Okay. Holding.

Better, better way.

It's not right.

Sh*t!

What are you doing?

Sh*t.

Retreat! All back to the Embassy. Go!

Michelle!

Move out!

We've been set up. We've been set up!

Hey, guys! Guys!

Get them out of here!

Move! Go, go!

- Sir, they knew we were coming.

- Come on.

Let's move inside.

Back inside.

Go. Let's go!

Move, move, move!

Come on, guys, let's go.

Get the people to the TCU

and the President to the ACR.

- Now. Come on, move.

- Let's go.

Where's Michelle?

- Where's Michelle?

- She's still in the tunnel, I think.

Keenan, don't. It's too late.

Leave it, they're gone.

I want this Embassy combat ready

in 15 minutes.

You're not in command anymore!

We're talking about lives here.

- Give me five minutes, then seal the tunnel.

- Yes, sir.

Don't wait for me.

Michelle.

Sam.

Stay down.

I'll take you out of here.

- Seal the tunnel.

- Yes, sir.

Fire in the hole!

Geller is dead.

The Satphone's out. We're cut off.

They knew we were coming. They had to.

- Did we scan everybody?

- Everyone who passes the security post.

But it wasn't manned.

Amirev. He's still alive, sir.

This is Delta 13, we are en route.

ETA is one hour. Over.

- Mr. President.

- Sir.

We believe the militia may have planted

a listening device on someone.

They made sure it was someone

who made it inside.

Check my men, please.

Clean.

Sir, is there any chance...

that someone in your office

could have planted one on you?

Anything is possible.

- Do you mind?

- Please.

Nothing.

So, that's everyone.

No. Not everyone.

Deactivated. It's one of ours.

Tavarov has heard everything

within 10 feet of you.

How's your head?

Mild concussion.

Sam, I...

Sometimes, life forces you

to make a tough call, Michelle.

But those people...

Those poor people.

I know.

That's history.

Maybe it sounds cold, but that's history.

You have to survive to write about it, okay?

I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

Michelle, they'll come at us

with everything they've got.

I need to handle this.

Eight marines left.

- How's the morale holding up?

- We've got 10 motivated bad-asses, Gunny...

just itching to bring a world of pain

to these motherfuckers.

Copy that.

Time to get down and dirty.

Keenan wants claymores.

You get a staffer to pass these around.

I want metal...

keys, coins, knives, nails and I want them

back here, full, in five minutes.

Yes, sir.

You were looking for me?

Sir, I feel I should be relieved

of my command.

Officially I don't work here, remember?

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