The Objective Page #3

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KT, pop a flare.

What the f*** just happened?

Dust-off 01, Dust-off 01,

Beast 92.

Hey, he couldn't have crashed,

we'd have seen a fireball or heard something.

Dust-off 01, Dust-off 01,

Beast 92, are you guys okay?

Dammit!

Why the hell

are they on our frequency?

- I don't know.

- Hey! What's he sayin'? What'd he say?

- Abdul, do you understand this?

- No, I do not know.

It doesn't really matter at the moment,

that chopper has compromised our position.

- Yeah? He f***in' disappeared.

- Cole, we don't know that.

We gotta keep moving.

We can set up camp up the mountain.

I don't think so. How're we supposed to

carry Ski's body up the mountain in the dark?

We don't. We cache his body and

call the TOC with another report.

- We can check on him in the morning.

- I don't know about that.

What would you like to do then, Degs?

We can't exactly sit here

and wait for the bus, can we?

We need to get up that hill and

set up a good, defensive position..

And if we have to engage these pricks,

I wanna be shooting down, not up.

The team is rattled,

though they don't admit it.

No point talking about,

what you can't control.

It's not possible, chief.

It's not f***ing possible.

I've never given

a bad grid in my life.

Then why would they say they were

there and we were a no-show?

I don't know why

they'd say that, chief.

I checked and double-checked and

tripled-checked those numbers.

Well, someone f***ed up.

F***!

Jesus F***in' Christ!

Guys get up here, check this out!

- Who was on first watch?

- I was.

- You see anything, hear anything?

- No, nothing.

I was on second.

I didn't see or hear anything either.

- This is some messed-up sh*t, chief.

- Somebody's trying to f*** with us.

Degs, Cole, I want you down that site.

See if you can find Ski's body.

Watch your asses

and get back here ASAP.

KT, I want us out of here in 15 mikes.

Abdul, you know where

there's water around here?

Now would be the time.

Because if we don't get some in the next

F***!

F***in' savages.

Sydney, Sydney, this is Bucks.

Sydney, Sydney, this is Bucks.

Chief! KT!

- Take a look at that.

- You gotta be kiddin' me.

- What'd you think that is?

- I have no idea.

I don't think we wanna

stick around to find out...

what's behind door number one.

Let's get outta here.

I get the feeling they knew

we would be coming.

Keynes, let's go.

The longer I'm out here,

the more I'm convinced that...

I won't find the loose nuke

when this is all over.

That little voice in my head is

just waiting to say I told you so.

Everybody hydrate.

Don't try saving that sh*t.

How far is this watering hole?

Using those two peaks

as a refence...

I would say about... 10 or

- I hope you're sure about this, Abdul.

- I'm sure.

It is a small oasis.

Farmers water their animals...

when taking them to the highlands.

Chief, you better have a look at this.

My compass is telling me

that that's north,

but unless the Sun started rising in

the south and nobody told me about it...

I'd say we're being hit by some pretty

heavy magnetic interference here.

Must be the iron in these rocks.

- How about the sat-phone?

- Still nothing.

Pete, you got anything on the GPS?

Got nothing.

Well, Abdul,

I guess you're driving.

- Pete,

- Yep.

- Point.

- Okay.

Move out.

These guys don't wanna admit it but Abdul

is the most valuable man on our team right now

We might as well be on another planet.

Any movement?

- No.

- Alright. We're gonna clear it.

Chief, we may be best advised

not to engage.

Our mission here is to kill terrorists.

Anything else is f***in' paperwork.

Hello?

He can't speak.

Hello!

What'd he say?

I think something about being

a warrior, like you, it's hard...

some of the words I can

make out, not others...

Does he know Mohammed Aban?

No he don't.

Try and thank him for the water.

For filling our canteens.

You see what he's wearing

under his robe?

Looks like some kind

of uniform... Soviet?

It's British... from the

- I wonder where he got that?

- More like when.

The 44th Regiment no longer exists.

- The "Hill of Bone".

- What's the "Hill of Bone"?

In 1842 the British decided...

to move four and half thousend

troops through a pass near here,

along with 1000's of women and children and

any merchant that was willing to go along.

The 44th week out...

Legend has it that 16,000 people

went into that pass.

Only one man came back.

He claimed to have witnessed

Satan's Miracle.

It's just a legend.

So you're saying...

that uniform is from that unit?

- I don't see how that's possible.

- Is the insignia of that period?

They certainly match.

I'm gonna have a look

inside that cave.

Aban told me about a guardian.

Could this be him?

If so, who is he guarding?

Or what?

He's sitting right

in the middle of a hotspot.

Low levels of the signature

radiation everywhere.

He's been near it,

that I know for sure.

The boys back at home,

gonna want to see this.

Old bastard.

Jesus Christ!

Contact. Contact!

Contact. Contact!

Holy sh*t... Jesus, Cole,

you ripped this guy up.

Cole... Cole! What happened?

I saw fighters.

talking to 'em right here.

F***in' swords and black pyjamas.

They're f***in' comin' right at me.

- Cole, tell me exactly what you saw.

- When I put my goggles on, I could see'm.

He was talking to a group of them... and

they were right here and they were armed.

They were armed...

I swear.

There's nothing we can do now.

We need to beat feet. If he's got any friends,

we need to be gone when they get here.

Come on, let's shake it up!

Let's go!

Cole, let's go.

You believe me right?

- You believe me right?

- Yeah.

What are you doing?

You can't let him there.

Keynes, take care of that.

Abdul we have to go.

It's too dangerous.

- Come on.

- How can you do this?

You Americans just kill him,

for no reason.

We didn't mean to.

It was an accident.

We have to bury him.

It is a bad luck for us...

we have to bury him.

Abdul, please listen, we have to go.

There could be enemies around, oaky?

Please, let's leave, come on.

An unsettled silence has fallen

over the group since we broke camp,

It's hard to determine

if the guys are more concerned...

about what Cole did...

or what he saw.

Hey... Pete! Take five.

Oh f***. My stomach

feels like sh*t right now.

Wipe your face, there you go,

wipe your face.

You're just dehydrated.

- Here, start drinking this.

- Don't worry about it, Degs.

What the f***? What're you doin'?

That's not funny, man.

I didn't do anything, man, I filled

this thing up with water last night.

F***, man.

What the hell's going on here?

- What the f***?

- We filled this sh*t up.

- We have been cursed. I tell you.

- Abdul take us to the oasis, now.

No one likes to admit that they

may be losing control.

But it's even harder when you feel

that everyone around you, is too.

F***, this thing is worthless.

It's not even tracking.

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