Zona hostil Page #3

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Even working all night

won't be enough.

You're making too much noise,

Captain.

We'll try to be more quiet.

When night falls, there can't be

any light on the perimeter.

I know, I know.

I'm also going to need

one of your gunners.

Take Sobrino, she's very good.

Sobrino!

Yes, sir?

You're under the lieutenant's command.

No problem, sir.

Lieutenant.

The accident wasn't your fault.

I'm the pilot, I'm responsible.

Yes, I know, Captain.

Conte.

When a superior apologizes,

accept his apology. All right?

Yes, sir.

Lynx, this is Greyhound.

I'm sending you

the Super Puma's gunner.

You're f***ing kidding.

Sir, with all due respect,

Mao can do it. He knows how

we do things in the Legion.

Negative, she'll do it.

Sobrino.

Climb the hill and report

to Corporal Carranza.

Yes, sir.

Don't blow her head off

on her way up.

Damn. He's sending up

a girl grunt.

Well, if she's hot...

- Here she is.

- Yeah.

Private First Class Sobrino

reporting for duty, sir.

Okay. This is Angulo.

Climb up there and protect our backs

with that machine. Let me see.

Not bad, to defend the helicopter.

Tracer bullets, right?

Yeah, that's right.

It'll give away our position.

So only fire as a last resort.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

How are things done in the Legion?

Right.

Yeah, she's hot.

Go to infrared.

Yes, sir.

They don't have night vision.

If they attack,

they'll wait until sunrise.

Yes, but our men are in for

a long night.

- So you bought it?

- Sure, I'm the best uncle in the world.

How many kilos

have we taken off?

600 and something,

we're not at 700 yet.

Good lord.

Okay, let's get to it.

- Lights?

- Lights out.

Head...

- Pain...

- Let me see.

- You speak Spanish?

- A little.

Paella...

One beer, please...

These foreigners waste no time.

Hey, beautiful.

You want to get down?

Well, Sanchez?

I think...

you're more handsome

when you're quiet.

Have you got a boyfriend...

No.

You just blew it.

You're too green, Sanchez.

He'll be all over you now.

All over and under,

with all due respect.

- Did you bring the perfusion pump?

- I forgot.

Okay, I'll get it.

Sanchez, the light!

Sorry, Captain.

I didn't realize.

Lights!

Lights out!

What the f*** were you thinking,

Private?

Sorry, Lieutenant...

You think we're f***ing

camping here?

That's enough, Lieutenant.

- It's her first mission here.

- I don't care, Captain.

You need to know

you've come to a war.

This is hostile ground.

- Nothing happened.

- But it will, Captain.

It will.

I'm here to watch over

every single one of you.

Including your precious

helicopter.

My precious helicopter

has saved hundreds of lives.

You know what the Afghans

call my precious helicopter?

The Sound of Life.

With all due respect

and subordination, Captain,

this is a war.

We're not an NGO,

we're soldiers.

Sanchez,

- act like one.

- Yes, sir, Lieutenant.

Captain.

Lights!

With all due respect, Captain,

the lieutenant has a stick

up his ass.

Yes, but he's right, Abda.

A tiny mistake and people die.

And those are the ones

we always remember,

not the ones we save.

Be more careful, Private.

- No more mistakes.

- No.

Come on, gentlemen,

we're in deep sh*t.

Francis, go ahead and start yours up.

Alvite, call the tower

and request a slot to take off.

- Weren't we leaving in the morning?

- Change of plans, we're leaving now.

Where? Sir, where?

Why do you want to fly

to Bala Murghab already?

To be closer to the POI

at dawn.

So we can go in as soon as

a window opens.

- Torques 100% joined.

- Check.

Transmission instruments

and engines green.

Green.

ACS locked on.

Ready for take off.

We're ready back here.

Okay.

- Mine.

- Yours.

Take off in 5, 4, 3...

2, 1...

Taking off.

1,200 meters to rocks by trail.

So the b*tch dumps him on Skype.

Pea's really on a sh*t streak.

950 meters to top of hill.

She's super hot.

If she's not with him,

I can bang her.

Damn, Angulo, you're sick.

Sir, I haven't seen the fox

in a while.

Lynx, this is Greyhound.

You see the motorcycle?

Negative.

No targets in sight.

Come on, you bastards.

Show yourselves.

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

I've got it.

Ready to fire.

See any weapons

or hostile movement?

Negative.

No weapons in sight.

Wait, Greyhound.

He's leaving.

- This is Lieutenant Conte.

- Conte.

4 SUVs and 3 motorcycles

are approaching your position

from peak 405.

I'll keep you posted.

- How many?

- 47, sir.

You hear that, Conte?

47 insurgents in all.

For X-ray, 32570.

For Yankee, 69541.

Copy that.

Greyhound here. Everyone

on alert for possible attack.

Don't move or speak

or even breathe.

Do you copy?

Damn!

She's going to crack our heads open.

What's up?

Goats.

A herd without a shepherd

to the north.

Sh*t.

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

Herd without a shepherd

362 meters north of our position.

- We'll keep watch.

- Copy that, Lynx.

Tell Sobrino to keep her head down.

Not a single f***ing shot until

they show their faces.

We can't give away

our position.

Damn it.

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

Reporting.

Motorcycle approaching

your position from the west.

Copy that. We hear them

but we can't see them.

There are two more.

They're approaching in parallel

along the trail.

Greyhound, Lynx here.

They've stopped 370 meters away

from your position.

What the f***?

They're raising dust.

To hide the attack.

Aguilar!

Jump those rocks

to take their flank.

Yes, sir.

Vazquez, with me.

Yes, sir!

Vazquez!

Take cover!

Return fire! Return fire!

Medic!

Medic!

Suppressive fire on the ridge!

Jaramillo, blast those bastards!

F***!

Lynx! Turn off that light!

This is Lynx!

We're taking suppressive fire!

We're pinned down!

Can't offer support!

Goddamn it!

Lights.

We have to go after them!

We have to get them

out of the light!

- Vazquez!

- They're using them as bait!

Don't go near the light!

Eliminate the threat first!

Where are you going, Angulo?

I've got them!

15 meters to the right

of peak 804.

- Across the valley!

- Get down!

Sh*t!

Greyhound, Angulo's wounded!

- Angulo's wounded!

- Damn it!

Fire, return fire!

Concentrate your fire!

Cover him!

Touch it and I'll blow your head off,

you bastard!

F*** you!

Help me!

Lynx, the f***ing lights!

Now, sir!

Take cover!

Captain, get down!

Sh*t.

Bastard.

Greyhound, this is Lynx.

Enemy snipers withdrawing.

I took out a motorcycle

but the other one got away.

I'm okay.

They shot me in the ass!

Damn it.

A little closer and you'd have

to bang Pea's girlfriend yourself!

Quickly!

This is Greyhound. Extreme precaution.

I don't want any more wounded.

- Aguilar, are you okay?

- Yes, Lieutenant. How's Vazquez?

Bullet wound with entry

in the shoulder blade.

It punctured the lung.

We have to intubate him. Abda!

The oxygen tank

is in the MEDEVAC.

We'll take him there. Sanchez,

laryngoscope and tube.

- Right away.

- Come on, pick him up.

Hold the perimeter!

Lynx, this is Greyhound.

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