The Medic Page #3

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All right, Lappy...

You take the kid up the valley,

try to make contact with HQ.

Radio when you're close,

and we'll give you the grids.

- You copy?

- Roger that.

Outstanding.

Doc, I need to make sure that Mikusek's mobile.

Johnson, help the doc out.

- We gotta move.

- Okay.

Hey.

Let's move out.

Radio check.

How copy?

Solid copy, over.

Cover my flank.

Crow's nest,

this is Coyote two three, requesting actual.

Copy.

Crow's nest,

this is Coyote two three, do you copy?

Over.

Crow's nest,

this is Coyote two three, requesting actual.

Copy.

Copy that, Coyote two three,

this is Crow's nest, actual.

Requesting sit rep, over.

I copy.

We have a situation.

So what'd you get?

Um, chili and beans.

You?

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Do you want to trade?

No, man.

Remember New Dayton?

Yeah.

Eight-seventy-one, right?

Yeah.

They dropped, like, fifty crates

of chili and beans,

and nothing else.

I had to eat that sh*t three times a day

for a whole week.

You know, we lost a guy.

Private Packer...

...shot himself in the face.

Jesus.

Not because of the chili, though?

No, man, I was there.

It was 'cause of the chili.

Soldier bar.

Hey-ooh!

Nice.

Hey, do you have a heating pad?

Yeah, I only have one though.

You can use it after I'm done.

You know...

I think they should just give us, like,

two dozen of these.

It's got everything a growing boy needs.

Lots of protein.

And calories.

- Hey, Doc?

- Mm-hmm?

You ever think about...

...what the aliens eat?

Not rally.

Or how they f***?

- No.

- Oh, come on, man.

Expand your f***in' mind.

You know, when you think about it,

I bet those aliens give really good head.

All those little tentacles...

licking your balls.

[moan]

[cough]

[louder moan]

All right.

What, you're not gonna have yours?

Nah.

Then, can I have it?

I thought you were sick of chili and beans?

I'm hungry.

[coughing, sputtering]

[heavy, deep breaths]

Hey, do you have a SAT phone?

Yeah, it's busted since the EMP blast, so...

I might be able to use some of your parts

to fix one.

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Who you gonna call?

My wife.

Ghostbusters, man.

Come on.

[chuckles]

Sorry.

Long day.

Where did Szwedowicz and Hatfield go?

Hm?

Those CSOR guys, they're gone.

What?

Szwedowicz, Hatfield, do you copy?

when you need to talk to somebody.

F***in' special forces, man.

They think they're so much better than us.

That f***in' Szwedowicz is such a cock smoke.

Yeah, well...

They couldn't have gone far.

Yeah, they wouldn't just leave us here, right?

Their box is still here,

they've been keeping that pretty close.

- Any idea what's in it?

- No.

Gotta be important, though,

the way they've been protecting it.

Well...

They're not here now.

Why don't we, ah, have a little looksie?

Ah, I don't know, man.

You know what those symbols mean?

Uh, nuclear?

No, biohazard.

You mean like needles and sh*t,

in the hospital?

That's f***in' rank, man.

Yeah.

It also says,

"Do not open."

[unearthly roar]

Well, that's terrifying.

Roger that, Crow's nest.

Looking forward to seeing your boys soon.

Coyote two three, out.

Let's move out.

Sh*t, doc.

F***.

Yeah, you said it.

So...

What do you say?

Wanna take a look?

I think I'll pass.

[laughter]

P*ssy.

[voices murmuring indistinctly, ethereally]

Johnson!

Johnson.

Johnson.

God dammit, Johnson!

What?

This ain't Vietnam.

Ah, what the f***, man?

[sighs]

God dammit.

[Baker, whispering]

Where the f*** were you guys?

We were just checking something out.

You couldn't let us know?

to provide escort and fire support

for CSOR team members until we reach Brigade 42.

FOB, Crow's nest.

you will be relieved of duty

until further instruction.

If I or warrant officer Hatfield open our mouths

and you happen to hear words come out of them,

consider it a privilege.

maybe it's not the best time to

split up right now.

There's something out there, watching us.

What if we got attacked?

[sigh]

What?

Is that what you wanted to happen?

Use us as bait, or something?

Listen, we've done this before.

How many times have you been in the field?

You probably think bright lights, loud noises

are the best defense against these things.

Listen, just don't talk about tactics

with me, all right?

You two are f***in' virgins in a whorehouse.

All I know, is that using the only backup

you have as bait, is f***ed.

Seriously, do you think we'd risk our only medic

at a time like this?

Chances are, we're gonna need you again.

Fine, I think we deserve

a little more information, then.

Like with the box.

What's in it?

Classified.

F*** that.

Is it a bomb, a weapon,

something we need to worry about?

All you need to know is that we have it,

and the aliens want it.

And we do not want that.

Do not f*** with this.

[under his breath]

Sh*t.

They're out there.

Watching us.

[grass rustling]

[twig snaps]

Lapierre?

[rising tense note ]

Lapierre...?

[]

[two clicks]

[Leise gasps]

Where's Lappy?

Lapierre, what's your position?

Give me your grid, over.

Lapierre, how copy, over?

[radio response muffled]

Retransmit last message, over.

He's alive, he'll make it back.

Leise.

Did you make contact?

Yeah.

They're gonna send EVAC at first light.

They're gonna shell the hills and try to...

...try to keep 'em

off our position.

- F***in' A.

- Coordinates?

What?

- Is that a bad thing?

- What do you got?

[muttering]

Two-four...

That's not gonna keep 'em at bay.

This is gonna funnel 'em down from the hills,

right on to our position.

F***in' fobbits, man.

Lapierre, if you read,

return to base immediately.

Grid D-A-four-six.

Over.

Did they give you a time?

I don't know when.

Lapierre, copy, over.

[radio echoing]

Lapierre, copy, over.

Doc.

[tense drum arrangement ]

[rustling]

[rustling]

Leise?

Is that you?

Oh, sh*t.

I almost f***in' shot you, man.

What's with the gas mask?

Protects against biological warfare.

Um... okay.

Well, just keep an eye out, all right man?

[lighter click]

[twig snaps]

Leise?

Leise, is that you?

[tense ambience ]

We gotta get him down.

[click]

[beeping]

What's happening?

Take cover!

[loud whoosh]

F***.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t.

F***.

F***.

Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

[whimper]

[alien growl]

God dammit, Baker!

What the f***?

[distant gunfire]

[gunfire approaching]

[intense drum-heavy music ]

[automatic gunfire]

Cease fire!

What the f*** is going on?!

Where's Johnson?

Jesus Christ, Johnson!

Hey, what the f***, man?

Hatfield told me the cherry was a target.

I was trying to conceal myself

to avoid detection, man.

Don't sh*t on my chest and call it a tuxedo.

Man, I'm going crazy out here.

I need to get out of this place.

Oh, you're going crazy?

I'm f***in' going crazy.

What the f*** is the matter with you?

You think you got somewhere to go

to survive?

Somewhere you can hide?

Somewhere you can be safe?

This is their world now!

And you've gotta f***in' pull your sh*t together

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