The Objective Page #4

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That's f***ed up, man?

We should be getting really

a good reading up here, right?

Maybe that thing

got shook to dead?

- Something is wrong.

- What? What is it, Abdul?

This is wrong.

I don't remember this valley.

Don't f*** with us, Abdul.

You said there was a spring up here.

Yes, but the terrain has changed.

So what's the deal?

- Abdul here is lost.

- Why am I not surprised?

This is... that peak...

which puts us on...

- on this ledge.

- Okay... okay, I'll buy that.

So, where is that?

- You got a bad map?

- It may not be 100 %.

But I find it hard to believe,

they lost an entire terrain feature.

This is... it makes no sense.

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have paid this

guy up front, Keynes?

- No sh*t, man.

- He's going off memory, okay?

Yeah, I know, but we're paying

this guy to be our guide...

and we end up

on the f***in' moon.

Chief, we may be dealing with some sunspot

interference or something like that.

It could take a day

or two to clear up.

Sunspots don't explain

sand in the canteens, man.

Alright. We're gonna find

somewhere to hunker down.

We got no business humping around

here in the daytime anyway. Let's go.

Maybe this is what it takes.

Getting completely lost first, before

you can find what you're looking for.

- You alright, man?

- No, man.

My stomach feels like it's eating

itself from the inside out.

Can you hand me my Cipro?

In the front bottom pocket in my bag.

- These?

- Yeah, thank you, man.

You think we're cursed?

No problem.

How'd you smoke that sh*t

with no water, man?

Easy... it's one of those

new-fangled waterwick cigars.

What're you doing, documenting

our demise, Agent Keynes?

Why, sergeant?

Do you plan on dying out here?

No soldier plans on dying.

Ain't this the sh*t?

Stuck out here in the middle...

of the Devil's A**hole,

working for the CIA.

So, what exactly is our objective,

Agent Keynes, huh?

Or should I say,

was our objective?

I explained this to you at the

briefing, sergeant.

Alright... Top secret.

Must be pretty f***in' top secret for the

CIA to send one of their own out here, huh?

I mean, usually you boys just phone

in these clusterfuck operations...

and we come in afterwards and

clean up your mess.

I know a cover story

when I see one.

So whatever the real mission is here,

it had better damn well be worth it.

Because you don't wanna know

what I'm gonna do to you...

if I find out, Ski died just

to make you a better pay grade.

He died for his country,

not for me.

Kenny... lighten up, mate.

We're all in this sh*t together.

How d'you like that? You can always

count on an Aussie to watch your back.

Degs.

Degs, wake up.

- Degs!

- Let me go! Let me go! No!

No! Let go! Get off me!

Get off of me!

He's dreaming!

You're dreamin'!

- Jesus.

- Yeah, you alright?

Yeah?

Sit up.

- I'm okay... okay.

- You alright?

- Yeah, I'm okay... I'm okay.

- Cole, take care of him.

- Think it's dysentery?

- No, I'm shitting all by myself right now.

If you've got anything up

your sleeve, now would be the time.

I'm as thirsty as you are, chief.

Maybe this place is cursed.

Cover!

Go, go, go!

What the f*** is that?

- Too high to be a truck.

- Too quiet to be a helo.

Where's he going?

I don't see any bad guys.

KT, take Cole...

flank around these guys,

and see what's going on.

Check.

Pete, watch on six, to make

sure this isn't a diversion.

We don't want anybody

coming up our ass.

Okay, got it.

Stand by.

Go.

Motherfuckers!

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Everybody stay down.

Stay down!

Did you see that sh*t, chief?

That voice in my head

just cashed in.

Now, it's more important

than ever to document everything.

The Hill of Bones only had

one man's story.

But we'll have verifiable proof.

Look.

O-ring.

Jesus... is that all

that's left?

What'd you think it was?

I'm not sure.

It's definitely something

we haven't seen before.

The Taliban, they don't have

anything like that.

Had to be the Soviets.

Some experiment.

Chief, it's not a good place to be.

We should break camp.

Who knows when this thing's

coming back.

If we don't find water soon,

it ain't gonna matter...

- Hey, Degs

- Hey, Wally.

- We gotta move. You gonna be good to walk?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- What about him, though?

- Abdul, let's go. We're movin' out.

God dammit!

Abdul, did you not hear,me?

I said we're leaving.

We are going to die.

My grandfather was right.

- We should not have come here.

- Well, it's a little late for that now.

- Get your sh*t and let's go.

- I'm not going with you.

Don't be an idiot, Abdul, you break

with us now, you'll die out here.

- We are already dead.

- I'm so sick and tired of this sh*t.

Nihilism may be a way of life

for you people, but...

I'm not gonna put up with it,

when your with my team.

- Hamer!... What's wrong?

- You need to talk to your man, Keynes.

- He said he was...

- Abdul, no!

Crazy son-of-a-b*tch

- It's not like he was doing us much good.

- We needed him!

For what? he's been leading us

on a wild goose chase...

- I'm telling you, we needed him.

- Oh, really?

Well it certainly

wasn't to find water.

Or Aban for that matter.

It's more than that.

Why don't you tell us just what

the f*** 'more' means.

- It's on a need-to-know basis, chief.

- You gotta be f***ing joking me.

Who needs to know more than we do?

Hey, motherf***er! I just lost three men

on this goddamned goose chase of yours!

I wanna know what the f*** is going on.

Tell us what's happening.

What was that thing last night?

- We don't know.

- We?

- What, you and those pinheads at Langley?

- Look... chief...

all I can tell you is that I'm working

for a special group inside the Company.

That's f***in' beautiful.

If I find out we're out here dying,

while you go on a little ghost hunt,

I'll put a round in you myself.

- We all have our orders to follow, chief.

- Well, maybe you haven't heard...

dead men don't follow orders.

I wanna tell them.

In a way, I need to tell them.

I search my mind through all

the protocol, all the secrets...

and ask myself, what good does it do

to die with this locked in my head?

What will the powers that be do

with the information I'm sending them?

Mohammed Aban knows.

He's always known.

And is he alive?

Keynes, what is it?

Stand by.

What is it?

You see something?

- I saw Mohammed Aban.

- You kidding me?

Look.

- What the hell is that thing?

- I don't know.

But I think it's what killed your men, chief.

It's what I've been looking for.

It's why I'm here.

I don't understand.

Is it some kind of weapon?

We don't know.

Something Soviet?

Hey... we can't fight this thing

if you don't tell us what it is.

Okay, sergeant.

Get your guys.

How long have you been keeping

an eye out for this thing?

Since we were here in the Eighties,

when we were training the Mujahideen.

We... huh, tried to use this area,

to... set up training camps.

But we found

that most of it was dead.

- What d'you mean, dead?

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