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lost by our having to babysit him.

I fought with my father.

I can take care of myself.

Good. You can feed him

your rations.

Go.

She is just my mother.

Keep going.

Where we're going,

technology means very little.

a multi-million dollar GPS obsolete,

as soon as you lose your connection

or your batteries go dead.

The stakes were too high

to take that chance.

Chief, I know that we have our orders, but

we are pretty f***in' exposed out here.

I don't like it any more than you do,

but I ain't the one in charge right now.

As far as we're concerned you are.

Everything looks the same

to me out here.

At least back home, you had a

Quick-Stop every now and again.

- Where're you from, Cole?

- Tampa, Florida, born and raised.

- How about you?

- Chicago.

Cole, Stop the truck.

- What's he stopped the truck for?

- No idea.

What the hell's he doin'?

Why in the hell are we stopping?

- That's why,

- Son-of-a-b*tch.

- Fox said this road was clear.

- It probably was...

Look, see that hole?

Looks like somebody's been doing

some transplanting..

Guess so.

Good call, Keynes. You may have just

saved us from having a very bad day.

Let me guess, we're gonna be

going through that canyon.

Yes, we are.

There are few places on Earth,

that are as unforgiving as this desert.

Whole armies,

from Alexander to the Soviets...

have paid the price for wanting

to make it their own...

I can only hope

we aren't as foolish.

Ah sh*t. Not good.

- Gotta be booby-trapped.

- Cole, back us the f*** outa here.

- Hold on, I'll go check it out.

- No, hold on.

RPG!

Ski's down.

Let me look at this. Chief,

Ski's bleedin' pretty bad.

Hold that right there, okay?

Chief, keep firing

on that ridge, man!

Cole, get your ass over here!.

When he's reloading, you're gonna

go and take those f***ers out!

Let's go!

Reload.

- Pete, Keynes, cover them.

- Okay.

Let's go.

I gotta bag you, baby.

You guys okay?

Let's go check the RPG position,

see who these guys are.

Are you sure

this is the spot, Pete?

Yes, I sighted the first one

just left of the gully here.

- Maybe you just wounded him.

- No way.

I saw him pop one

right in the melon.

One was a headshot,

the other was in the chest.

I saw 'em go down.

- Then where are the bodies?

- That's a good question.

These guys aren't known

for carrying off their dead.

I got you, okay..

I got you.

F***!

He took a frag to the heart,

I couldn't stop the bleeding.

You did everything you could.

We need to get him in the truck.

The only body from that entire

firefight was one of our own.

It doesn't make sense.

As far as I know, ghosts don't

shoot real rounds.

Serpent 76, slang 76.

Beast 92, over.

I say again Beast 92

requesting extract, break.

Reporting KIA, break.

How's it look?

Not good. Radiator took some hits.

- Can you fix it?

- Small holes maybe, but not these big ones.

This took a hit as well.

Okay, Abdul says that there's a road

that will take us round this mountain.

So it should be about half a day's

drive to our next checkpoint.

Checkpoint? Maybe you haven't heard,

Keynes, but we need to extract.

Okay, look, I'm sorry about Trinoski,

but cancelling this mission is not an option.

We have more than enough assets

to reach our objective.

- Assets?

- Hey, Wally.

I think Ski would have wanted

us to finish.

If we don't complete this mission,

then Ski died for nothing.

Cole, change it to a resupply.

Serpent 76, Serpent 76,

Beast 92, over.

Morale is low. Understandable.

We just have to stay focused, that's

what these guys are trained to do.

Any one of them would

tell you that they would...

rather die than be the last one

picked for a mission..

Where the hell

is that bloody chopper?

I don't know. They should've

called in by now.

I hope they didn't get taken down

on the other side of that canyon...

- by that ratpack we ran into.

- That would be a pile of suck.

Hold up. I think I hear it.

I don't hear anything.

I know I didn't just imagine it.

Hey, we got headlights.

Two o'clock.

Looks like a single vehicle.

And he's headed this way.

It can't be one of ours.

It wouldn't have the headlights on.

- It's probably enemy reinforcements.

- Alright, we need to get outta here.

- Hold on, wait. They're splitting up.

- What?

God-damn!

What just happened?

Must be Taliban ordnance

or something.

- Rockets maybe.

- I don't give a rat's ass what it was,

because in an hour or two

it's gonna be light,

and we need to be on the other

side of that mountain.

When we're there, we can recon

for an alternate LZ...

and try and figure

where the hell the bird is.

Come on. Let's mount up..

Those must have been the intelligent lights

Aban mentioned when he contacted me.

At least I know we're headed

in the right direction

- We should have taken horses.

- It's a little late for that now.

Goddammit.

We're overheating again.

This mountain is making the engine work

about 10 times harder than it's supposed to.

Pull off up here

and we'll let it cool down.

- We're overheating again.

- I'll pop the hood. Let it ventilate.

How are we doing on time?

We have to pick it up if we want to

make it off this mountain by dark.

- Look, we still have a ways to go.

- My kingdom for some donkeys.

What's wrong with him?

You see something?

We shouldn't have driven

across the valley.

- Our tracks are erased.

- What's up with our trusty guide?

Must be car sick.

Hey, Chief. I'm getting

no satellite reception.

The mountains are blocking us.

I can try again

once we get through the pass.

Wally, if you want this b*tch to go any place,

you're gonna have to put some water in it.

How are we doing on water?

Jug and a half.

Twin dust devils.

Unusual, but not an Act of God.

Superstition is the real enemy.

It obscures the truth and that's

what we need right now.

Our water supply is low.

What was left after the firefight went

into the truck to get us this far.

I didn't count on having to wait for

a resupply, but we have no choice.

Serpent 76, Serpent 76,

Beast 92, come in.

Serpent 76, Serpent 76,

Beast 92, come in.

It must be these rock walls or something.

I'm not getting a damn thing on the radio.

Shouldn't be too much longer now.

The weather's good.

When's his wife due?

I think sometime in January.

What's he up to?

Picked a strange time

to be stargazing.

Maybe he wants to show the boys back home

what a full moon in Afghanistan looks like.

Hey...

You guys hear that?

Yeah...

- Looks like it's showtime.

- Let's go.

See anything, chief?

No, not yet.

It sounds pretty close.

Get on the horn, Cole.

Dust-off 01, Dust-off 01,

Beast 92, radio check.

Dust-off 01, be advised.

You're coming in broken...

I think it's behind that ridge.

- I think he's over there.

- These canyon walls.

Dust-off 01, be advised.

You're coming in broken...

and unreadable.

Say again your last, over.

Goddamn!

I'm getting some kind

of interference.

Sounds like he's right above us.

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