Second in Command Page #5

We've got Tavarov. On four.

You take it. As far as he and I are concerned

you're in charge here.

- Sam Keenan.

- Mr. Keenan.

You can end this with no further loss

on either side.

Release President Amirev now...

and your people

will leave our country unharmed.

The marines and a sh*t load of tanks

are heading your way.

Over.

When they get here,

they will be dealing with a new government.

Out.

- Baldwin, are the civilians in the basement?

- Yes, sir.

How are we looking?

Bad news, sir. Our perimeter's full of holes.

- And the good news?

- The good news?

We gonna teach these mothers

a whole new meaning of pain.

Give them hell, Gunny. That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Happy 4th of July, gentlemen.

I suggest you make full use

of the right to bear arms.

Got to love that Second Amendment.

- What you doing here?

- Sightseeing.

Michelle, go to the basement.

I would, but Mike said he can't find

a decent camera angle down there.

Yeah, that, and the lighting sucks.

Intelligent, beautiful, stubborn.

Nice mix.

Sir, should we wait?

No. Attack.

Redwood One to Redwood Two.

They're positioning to attack. Get ready.

Copy that.

At code Baker, followed by your number,

hold your fire.

We lure them into the open area...

at which point I will give them

their motherfucking bonus.

And we all open up

with everything we've got. Over.

Over.

Here we go!

Come on, hurry, hurry. This way. Quicker.

- Go, go.

- Come on, keep moving.

Come on, move.

Get everyone in the corner over here.

General Borgov is on the secure channel.

Baker Three, Baker Five, Baker Seven.

We're getting in deep. Stand down.

Tavarov, this is General Borgov.

We are nearing your position,

and I am ordering you to stand down.

The Army's back.

Withdraw now.

Move back, move back!

Mr. Keenan. Your cavalry has arrived.

You are lucky.

Baker Six, Baker Six. There is a cease-fire.

Militia is falling back.

I repeat, militia is falling back.

Binoculars.

General Borgov's regiment. They made it.

Congratulations to your brave marines.

At last, I can release you of this burden,

and return to the Presidential Palace.

General Borgov is a personal contact.

It would be a great honor, Mr. President,

if I could take his report first hand.

- Very well.

- Thank you.

John, I sense a juicy photo op coming up.

Redwood One? Tell your girlfriend

to get her cameras fired up.

Over.

Copy that.

In the nick of time, General.

- Good to see you again.

- Thank you for coming, sir.

This is Birch One.

Militia forces have cut and run.

The Government Square is secured.

Please tell President Amirev

his people await his return.

- Out.

- Yes!

Oh, sh*t.

Redwood Three. Return to compound.

The Army's in on this. Fall back, fall back!

Get down!

Move.

Get the President back into the bubble.

Now.

Come on.

Anaconda Six to US Embassy.

Do you read me? Over.

This is Redwood One, say again.

I do not read you. Over.

Anaconda Six. Do you read me?

What's your sit-rep? Over.

We've got tanks in front of the Embassy,

pounding the crap out of us.

Copy that. Will return the favor.

This is the United States Army.

Stand down, lower your weapons,

or you will be fired upon.

Go.

Here.

I'm out.

Get out of here!

Sir.

Where's Sam?

Don't think about it.

Do it.

- Seal this room, soldier.

- Yes, sir.

- Keep everybody over the other side, now.

- Okay.

Sir, Miss Whitman's not in the TCU.

Here!

Private, bring that stretcher.

Move!

Medic!

Come on.

We need some help here.

Thank you.

Right this way, sir.

- Marine, who's in charge here?

- He is, sir.

Commander Keenan. Sit, sir, sit.

Let's get these civilians out of here.

- Go for it, Colonel.

- Aren't you coming with us?

That's a no.

- You sure?

- Yes, sir.

I'm not going anywhere.

Sir.

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