The Objective Page #5

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- Nothing worked.

Radios, compasses, anything with

an electromagnetic transmission.

So my group began to study it.

But we couldn't figure it out.

Then in 2000... we saw...

something, an image...

- a satellite image.

- What did you see?

- Have you ever heard of the Vimaanas?

- No, I haven't.

I have. Quite common in East Asian

folklore... especially in India.

It's kinda like a... UFO,

but in the shape of a triangle.

Alexander the Great even documented

seeing them attacking his troops here.

- He referred to them as Flaming Shields.

- So this is a f***in' UFO hunt!

No, no, chief. This was identified.

There is evidence.

We believe it to be a weapon

of unimaginable power...

and that is why you and

your men were recruited.

What good is it going to do if we find

the thing and get killed in the process?

Not exactly a stellar recon, is it?

Okay, look... this is my

connection to the outside world.

What?... Your camera?

What are you talking about, Keynes?

I've been relaying video optically during

our mission, using this laser uplink.

Terrific.

Now you tell us.

So you people have been following

us through this entire thing.

You probably know

where we are right now.

Chief, it's the only way we

can obtain verifiable evidence.

We had no way of knowing

if any of us would return.

- This is insane.

- This is a f***in' suicide mission!

There's a big difference

between suicide and sacrifice.

Truth! That's the f***in'

difference, you piece of sh*t!

This is bigger than

you and me, okay? Just relax.

I should put a f***in' round in you

for what you've done to my men!

- Your men were patriots, chief.

- They were my friends!

F***!

That's enough!

It doesn't have to be like this, chief.

I'm not the enemy.

You might as well be..

I'm sorry, sergeant.

I'm sorry.

I'm willing to die for my country,

but this...

I don't know if this is

life or death.

Maybe it's something in-between.

- Keynes? Keynes, get up!

- What is it?

- The chief... he's gone.

- How long?

I don't know. He left his rifle.

I don't know why he'd do that.

Well, we have to assume

he's not coming back.

- How's Degetau?

- He's not good.

Look, can you at least

use your uplink...

to tell whoever's at the

other end to come and get him?

- They won't come.

- Take a look at him!

It's not like he's of any use

on this mission.

We are the mission, sergeant.

Don't you see that? Our objective

is to find these Vimaanas...

their objective, is to see what

happens when we do.

- The end justifies the means.

- Yeah? Well, that's the problem, isn't it?

Is that we never

seem to reach the end.

We gotta keep going.

- Is that what I think it is?

- It's the Hill of Bones.

Unbelievable.

- Feels like we're in Hell out here.

- Close enough.

I have no doubt that this is the

footprint we saw from space.

Man's fate piled up in an

ancient heap in front of us.

Is this a message, a warning?

Am I the messenger?

- What's wrong?

- Look.

My God...

It's them!

Oh God! Oh, f***!

We gotta get outta here.

How are we supposed to fight

something like that?

Well, we don't.

I gotta go, okay?

Before it gets too dark.

You late for a meeting?

Motherf***er.

- I can't carry you, Vince.

- you better get goin' then.

You're a good soldier.

Your country will be proud.

My country

will never know who I am.

Goodbye.

Something is telling me

to keep walking.

The search for water,

or something else.

I really don't know any more.

I seem to know the direction,

but not the destination.

Am I being led here, or is it a

pitiful attempt to die with dignity?

Is there even

such a thing any more?

Go to your God like a soldier.

He will save us all.

Okay, Stacey, let's start with

when your husband left.

Can you tell us anything about

this mission he was on?

Um...

It was a just little over

a year ago... last November.

He didn't tell me much about his

missions, as he was in the CIA.

But... um, I do know

that he was in Afghanistan...

and he was looking

for one person in particular.

Your husband was part of a special

group within the CIA, correct?

Yes, that's what he told me.

Do you know of anyone

else who is part of that group?

Well, I know he was meeting

a... a team out there...

and... that they were going

to help him look for Mohammed.

But I don't know who they are.

Nobody seems to know anything.

I don't get it. How can they

just forget about him like this?

He dedicated his life

to his country.

That journal you're holding...

is that the only evidence

you have of him during this time?

Yes... It was sent to me

a few weeks after he left.

I know it's his. Even though most of

it's in code, I recognose his writing.

I just wanna know

if he's still alive.

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