Sector 4

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My name is Nash Olsen.

I am a PMC... a private

military contractor.

At least, that's what

they call us now.

People used to call us mercenaries,

guns for hire, soldiers of fortune.

Whatever they call us,

the job always stays the same.

When sh*t really hits the fan

and the military can't touch it,

they give us a call.

The commando team of four, been

together for about eight years

with dozens of missions

all over the world,

never lost a man.

We live and die by our motto...

no one left behind.

These words are really

important to us.

Just like any soldiers,

we know the risk of each mission.

But we also know and

trust each other

with our lives every single day.

That is until the day you wake up

and you realize

that you are in way over your head

and there is no one who can help.

This is our story.

Have a seat, Nash.

Let's get down to business.

I'd like to introduce

you to Mohamed Asan,

or T3, as the boys in DC call him.

Number three on the

Al-Qaeda most-wanted list.

Very well-trained,

very difficult to track.

CIA's been following

this guy for two years.

Every time they think

they have him...

poof, he just disappears.

The man's a f***ing ghost.

He travels in small groups, often with

women and children to avoid air strikes.

We've currently got intel that

he's leading a small force

operating out of the lower

quadrant of Sector 4.

Sector 4, sir?

Why?

That a problem?

It's a mess down there, sir.

It's the red zone.

That's why they called us.

When do we leave?

ASAP. Get your team together.

Copy that.

Commander Reynolds on deck.

Confirming two souls on

board, dark-colored pickup,

traveling west-bound

towards village.

Keep your eyes on the target.

Do we have confirmation

Tango 3 is in the vehicle?

It's now confirmed

Tango 3 is on board.

We have visual on the target.

- Scramble the jets.

- Sir.

Countdown 55, space checker

at transponder setting

03 Alpha, 4750.

All right, target one

by the entrance.

- Three plus...

- I'm picking up a signal.

It looks like we've got some

friendlies in Sector 4.

Sector 4? We don't have

anybody in Sector 4.

We have guys over in Sector 5.

4 should be clear.

All right, what do you have for me?

Target one,

by the entrance.

Three plus down.

Target one.

Three plus down.

I am showing something

from that area, sir.

Those are our GPS signals.

A team of four?

- All right, let me contact I-Corps.

- Sir.

All right then. Wind,

three knots east-west.

The wind...

three knots east-west.

There's no way we could be

positive it's our guys.

All right, and target two...

four feet left to target one.

Target two acquired.

We have degree coordinates

on that target.

Confirming the grid, 68-niner 517.

This could be Al-Qaeda

trying to throw us off.

Understood, sir.

Proceeding with the strike.

All right, boss,

ready fur your call.

Fire.

We've got heavy contact!

Sh*t!

Ahh!

Oh sh*t! What was that?!

Air strike!

What the f*** was that?

Where the hell did all

these people come from?

- I'm on red! Cover me, Scott!

- I got it, I got it!

On the ground! I'm green. Clear!

- Ah!

- Copy that!

- Cover me!

- Watch out!

Ah!

- Move into the cave!

- Go! Moving!

Go!

Go, let's get to the cave!

Roger that! Moving.

Let's go.

- Sh*t! Ahhh!

- Sh*t.

- We've got one man down!

- Nash, I'm hit.

- Nash, Nash...

- I got you, I got you.

Okay! Ahh!

Oh, sh*t!

Son of a...

- Put pressure.

- Sh*t!

I got you.

- Put pressure on that!

- Yeah, I can make it. Yeah.

We got heavy contact! Green 745.

- All right, let's go! Move move move!

- My leg!

Oh, Nash!

What the f*** was that?

F*** Al-Qaeda.

Guys, what's your status?

What's your status?

I got contact left!

Contact right, contact right!

Allahu akbar!

They're everywhere!

Nash, what's your location?

Steve, what's your location?

What's your location?

Hold on, I'm coming for you.

Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!

No running in the house.

I like what you did with the house.

Thanks! I know I shouldn't

spend the money, but I get lonely.

He's gone for months at a time.

I have to find some way to

keep myself from going crazy.

Think you're going crazy?

It's been over three

months since Scott left.

That's how long it's

been since I've had sex.

Try living in the same house

as your ex-husband and his son

- and see how great your sex life is.

- Oh, no way.

I don't know. After

this mission's over,

I only want three things...

peace, love...

and sex.

Yeah, I want more sex.

- Pizza pizza!

- This is so good, guys.

Thanks, Mom!

It's 20 individuals.

Roger tally. Right door.

American.

clear, anytime, come

in on that road.

I got individuals everywhere.

Alpha 4, we've got confirmation

of friendly in the area, running

north away from the village.

I love you, Dad.

Your son needs you.

Keep eyes on target.

Roger. What's your location.

Charlie 5, Charlie 6 has gut bingo.

Charlie 1 through

6, return to base.

7-India-53, one length to location.

You have the call.

They're on their way, sir.

All right, let's pump him up.

I have an update on

Operation Mikaela, sir.

- Let's have it!

- The enemy focused

most of their strength on

this area during the attack.

Much higher numbers

than we anticipated.

Okay, what about the target?

Unfortunately, the

target escaped, sir.

What's the status

of the contractors?

We received a friendly

GPS signal in the area.

We had no way of knowing

it was the contractors,

so we proceeded with the air strike.

We lost all of them but one.

- What the f*** just happened?!

- I just heard it myself.

I don't know all the details yet.

The details are simple...

you're in charge

of the private f***ing contractors,

and they got in the

middle of a fire zone

when we launched an air strike!

We may have just

killed our own men.

It'll be taken care of.

Son of a b*tch.

I'm hit!

Nash, I'm hit!

A knock would be more appropriate,

if you don't mind.

Roger that.

Where's Max?

He's out back playing.

You know, he asks about you a lot.

I'm running out of excuses.

When are you going to stop

blaming yourself for the past

and start being a better

father to your son?

It's not too late

for that, you know?

I'm working on it, okay?

Dad!

- Dad?

- Buddy?

Do you know that the Grand

Canyon's over 6,000 feet deep,

and over 20 football fields

and 277 miles long?

No, I didn't know that.

- You didn't?

- No.

But you said we can go to

the Grand Canyon one day.

You know what?

I know I promised you we'd

go to the Grand Canyon.

You know? But I'm telling you...

I promise, okay?

Okay.

Oh, I love you, buddy. Come here.

I love you, Dad.

You have a phone call, boss.

Thank you, Jacob.

Nash?

Sir, I just received an

email, I don't know from who.

It's a video, sir.

Excuse me?

They're alive, sir.

I see.

And what exactly would you

like us to do about it?

We need to get them out, sir.

We don't have much time.

Mikaela was classified.

There's no way we can go back now.

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