Land of Bad (2024)

[bunniefuu]

The loading operations are

finish, half ready for take-off.

There a problem, Sergeant?

No, sir...

Sorry, I was just, uh...

Get your sh*t together.

We lift off in five.

Yes, sir.

Hey, you're HALO

qualified, yeah?

HALO?

No, sir.

Are we doing a HALO jump?

You'll be fine.

I'd go Fruit Loops.

My daughter loves them.

Lieutenant Mitchell

reporting. I repeat.

Lieutenant Mitchell reporting.

Ah, f*ck.

Going after a CIA asset

that's been captured.

The plan is to extract him

with minimal casualties.

He was gathering intel on Alexander

Petrov, a Russian arms dealer

and former KGB.

What's up?

That your family?

Nah, just a pic that

came with the helmet.

Yeah. Wife and kids.

Nice.

Are those the new

5.11 tactical gloves?

You know the ones

with the Kevlar knit?

Yeah, yeah. Kevlar knit.

Awesome.

JTAC,

just try to relax, okay?

Right back the other way on the

Euro and gets that one to go.

And the whistle too...

That bad?

Yeah, that bad.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Wanna hug?

We can hug.

You need me?

Yeah, I wanted to ask

you something, but...

Okay. Coffee?

Sure.

Okay.

Yeah.

Cool.

So, uh,

you know the wedding's

coming up, right?

Yes, I do. Twenty-third.

That's right.

You're not gonna change

the date, are you?

What?

I've got everything organized.

I got the kids in place.

I got the ex-wives in place.

- Lucy will be out of the hospital.

- Reaper.

I'm not going to

change the date. I,

um, actually wanted to talk

to you about something else.

I wanted to ask...

Who moved my sh*t?

Airman

who moved my sh*t?

Huh?

Coffee pods.

I... I don't know,

sir. I use the drip.

Well, I can't trust a

word you say then, can I?

Yeah.

I take the time.

Every g*dd*mn morning.

I do it

for efficiency,

easy recognition,

and organization.

Is it appreciated?

No.

It is respected.

I think not.

But I do it

for the morale

of the squadron.

You were saying?

Op starts in 15.

Yeah, yeah. I thought you

wanted to talk about something.

It can wait.

sh*t.

You lose something?

Ah, just my cereal.

Your what?

Froot Loops.

I had a box of Froot Loops. I

don't know what I did with it.

Jesus Christ, Air Force.

Barely started this op and you're already

sweating about a box of Frosted Flakes.

No, no. It was...

it was Froot Loops.

Huh?

Froot Loops, not Frosted Flakes.

This kid for real?

Don't be an assh*le.

That's cute.

Thanks, man.

f*cking Fruit Loops.

How old are you, Air Force?

Twenty-seven.

Ah...

Bishop, how old's your

daughter now? Twenty?

You should set Air

Force up on a date.

Yeah. I will sh**t you in the

d*ck, Abell. I swear to God.

No, honey.

I can't.

I can't come.

'Cause I gotta be here

at work. Yeah.

Look, just get

your sister to go.

What about your mom?

All right. Well, why

don't you call...?

Oh, you called Judy? Uh

look, okay, okay.

If it's only a couple

of things, that's fine.

That's fine. But

right now, I gotta go

'cause I got a mission, yeah?

Zegler a little teardrop.

You know I don't like that

sh*t in college, right?

It's made about thirt... yeah,

it's made about 37

percent of the time.

f*ck.

Zegler just settled for a tough

floater on the first side of the floor.

Guys.

I got a favor to ask you.

My wife is pregnant.

While I'm on OP, if she goes into

labor, she's gonna call that phone.

All right?

You need to answer it,

and you need to come and get me.

Copy?

Thank you very much.

And why don't we just keep this

volume down to a low level?

Because this is a

professional work environment.

Now, now. Just because your team

delivered the biggest choke

in March Madness history,

doesn't mean the rest of us

can't still enjoy ourselves.

It's about Lucy.

Virgil, it's important.

I know.

Notice the, uh,

pseudofolliculitis

barbae hasn't

cleared up.

Not yet, sir. No.

Well, you just let me know

when you're ready to shave.

I will, sir.

All right.

- Go, Vols!

- Go, Vols!

Warhawk, this is Blackbird

approaching drop zone.

Headed to 15,000 feet.

Six minutes to the DZ.

Winds are five knots

and to the southeast.

Skies are clear.

Happy hunting.

All right, boys. Six minutes.

Here we go.

Fruit Loop, now's the time

to be checking your w*apon.

I'm good.

Not your Gameboy.

Your actual w*apon.

Hey, look, I'm in

charge of the drone. So

if we wind up in a

situation and I'm sh**ting,

we got big f*cking problems.

You're not wrong.

You're not wrong. JTAC's only good for one

thing and that is... "Bringing the rain."

Is this your first

mission in theater, JTAC?

Second.

But first with operators.

What?

Hell, I'll say it. Um

we're about to head

into a sh*t storm.

You still look like you kind of

need someone to wipe your ass.

So just... do me a favor.

Keep up and don't f*ck up.

Last thing we need in this op

is to have to save your ass.

Nah, he's good.

Hey,

remember your training.

Talk to the planes.

When they start dropping bombs,

make sure it's on the bad guys.

Yes, sir.

You're not going to need these.

This is a sterilized op.

Be advised we are approaching...

All right, boys. Let's put our

masks on. Let's get to work.

Hey, JTAC,

this might sound stupid but

don't forget to breathe, yeah?

Stay on your comms.

When that hits 3,000,

deploy your chute.

It's just the same as airborne,

only way f*cking higher.

Good to go.

I'll see you f*ckers

on the beach.

Yee-haw.

Hey,

walk in the park.

f*ck.

You good?

Let's go. Come on. Get up.

That ridge.

Four clicks by 0800.

Let's go. Let's move.

All right.

Sir,

Thank you, Miller.

Okay, team has landed.

Operators are en route.

The drone is ten mics

out from rendezvous point

and Warhawk is switching comms.

This carriage is about

to turn into a pumpkin.

This is not my chair.

Yes, it is.

No, it is not.

Oh, my god, Reaper, I

did not take your chair.

I know you didn't take my chair.

It will be these commie

assholes from Shadow Flight.

You finished?

No, I'm not.

Eat a bag of dicks.

Now I'm finished.

Okay.

All right, let's take

this lady to the dance.

Playboy 06, this is

Reaper 1-0 checking in...

You have 1 MQ-9 in the air.

1 by BLU 118 on board. Eight

hours of playtime ahead.

Reaper 1-0, this is Playboy

0-6. Stand by for grid, over.

Roger. Standing by.

Grid as follows,

November, Victor,

7, Niner, 5-7-1-8.

That's a friendly grid.

Roger, Playboy. I have

visual on friendly grid.

I am your eyes in the sky

and the bringer of doom.

Over.

Reaper is airborne. Our

location is confirmed.

What's the ordinance?

Two hellfire's and

a BLUE-118, sir.

Lose the sir sh*t.

I work for a living.

It's Sugar or Sug.

All right.

Makes him feel old.

He is old.

Thanks, Air Force.

Hey, JTAC.

What rock did they

find you under?

In Guam on a training exercise.

Missed the flight out.

That was

nine hours ago.

How'd you miss the flight?

I had some stomach issues.

Wait.

You're here 'cause

you had the shits?

Well, I hope you got

that all cleared out.

You sh*t your pants on an op,

that stain will

follow you for life.

Did you get briefed?

Yeah, but I'm a little confused.

What about?

Well, I'm not tier one.

Yet he walks amongst us.

I thought operators don't go

out without tier one personnel.

We don't.

So why am I here?

A JSOC asset disappeared

two weeks ago.

Believed to be kidnapped.

We've got intel on

a possible locale.

So this is a rescue op?

Potentially.

Ah.

You can never keep up

with these CIA spooks.

Either way... here we are.

So to answer your question

no, you shouldn't be here.

And, yes,

Delta doesn't usually go out

without their tier one personnel.

And, yes,

if our guy is here,

then we'll go in

and f*cking get him.

Translation

step up your game.

I need someone to cover.

Yeah.

I gotta check in with Lucy.

How's she doing?

She's fantastic.

Got the baby brain

going on though.

I gotta repeat

everything five times.

It's amazing.

Absolutely huge.

Got the same thing

about this wedding.

Uh, it's understandable.

There's a lot of detail.

You think about it.

A wedding is probably the greatest

social ritual humanity has.

You know,

most important day of your life.

Might as well get it right.

You're only going to do it once.

Reaper, you've been

married four times.

Yeah, that's just me though.

I'm a romantic.

What did you want

to ask me before?

Oh, I...

Hold that thought.

Thank you, Miller.

Reaper.

Hey, what's up?

Ah, this f*cking frag

is a pain in my ass.

Thought you got that patched up.

I did.

So why are you still

bitching about it?

There's still a f*cking

hole in my leg, assh*le.

What happened?

I.E.D.

Some kid triggered it

from half a click out.

We never stood a chance.

Therein lies the

problem, Fruit Loop.

All this tech, it takes

the human element

out of warfare.

And what happens when

all that sh*t fails?

Well...

Well, what?

I don't know. I mean,

I think this tech saves lives.

In a way, it's takes the

barbaric nature out of it.

Barbaric nature?

Lipstick on a pig.

You really think you dropping a b*mb on 50 people

is any better than us sh**ting them in the head?

No.

No. w*r is barbaric.

It ain't never gonna

f*cking change.

It already has.

Listen up, Fruit Loop.

Let me tell you a story.

You can fight with all your robots and

your reapers and cell phones you want.

The end of the day,

when the technology fails

and all your

your batteries and your b*ll*ts

and your bombs run out, you know,

and the f*cking sun explodes,

w*r comes down to one

very simple thing.

And that's man k*lling man.

Just takes one sh*t day to

change your whole perspective.

That's a fact.

Yeah.

Welcome to the land of bad.

f*cking great story, man.

Really f*cking good,

rich and compelling.

What do you got?

I got movement.

Hundred meters.

Just the other side

of those rocks.

I need eyes over that ridge.

Hundred meters northeast.

Reaper 1-0, this is Playboy 0-6.

Got suspicious movement a hundred meters

northeast of our position. Can you check it out?

Roger that, Playboy. Standby.

Hundred meters southeast.

Got good handshake.

Reaper 1-0, can you zoom in?

Copy that.

Yeah, oh, that's sexy.

Pan left, 50 meters.

Pan left, 50 meters.

What the f*ck?

Reaper, I'm hollow, over.

Roger. Standby.

Systems malfunction.

g*dd*mn piece of sh*t.

Playboy, we have a systems

malfunction on the bird.

Copy that. Is the pod inop?

That is an a-firm, Playboy. We got to

get this piece of sh*t back to base.

Is another bird available?

That is a negative.

We'll fix this one up and

get it back to you stat.

Reapers down. No

other UAV's available.

Broken Reaper, huh?

Ain't that some f*ckin' irony?

Looks like we're gonna have to clear this ridge

the old-fashioned way. Abell, you're on point.

Copy.

Bishop,

you're left.

Copy.

What's the rest of

our air support?

Hornet's on standby.

Thirty mikes out.

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

I got nothing on my end.

Same here.

Looks clear.

Wait.

Wait, I've got movement.

Ten meters.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

It's a f*cking oink oink.

What the hell's an oink oink?

A f*cking pig, dumb-ass.

Pretty sure you got a picture

of her in your wallet.

Fucker.

This is serious

bad guy lair sh*t.

Got two tangos on the bridge.

A third on the far right.

Other side of the tent.

See a Starbucks down there?

I see number four on the

lower part of the S-bend road.

Let's push down.

Okay. Clear.

Clear.

Okay. We're gonna call

this OP1. Air Force,

set up up top.

Abell, you stay put.

Set up your hindsight.

Bishop, you're with me.

We're gonna wrap

around southeast.

Hooah.

You good?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay. Go forth and conquer.

All right, gents.

Sit tight.

Call out what you see. Want a head count

on that compound before we move on it.

Sug?

When can we get a

nice gig in Hawaii?

Sick of swamp crotch.

I don't think they'd allow you

back in Hawaii since last time.

That was

one time.

Piece of sh*t. f*cking.

Got movement.

All right, this sure

looks like our guy.

Bishop, can you confirm?

Yeah, that's Petrov all right.

Okay,

if he's here,

the asset's gotta be close.

Thunderbolt Squadron?

No, it's not.

I'm sorry I can't

do that for you.

You're gonna have to

call the operator back.

If you ask for extension 141,

that's Thunderbolt. Uh-huh.

Yeah, no problem.

Guys

what the f*ck?

What's the problem, Captain?

I asked you to keep

an ear on this phone.

Some smartass turned

the g*dd*mn ringer off.

Why don't you turn it back on?

I have.

Is your wife actually

in labor, Captain?

On the precipice, sir.

Water's broken?

Impending.

Having any of those, uh,

contractions?

Well, since you asked,

right now,

40 mics apart.

Last night, she was tooting like

a bugler at a

Gettysburg reenactment.

Currently, her cervix is

two centimeters dilated

and starting to yawn.

All right, that is

too much information.

Yes, it is, sir.

Airmen, for the love of God,

make sure that phone's turned on.

Thank you.

Contact.

Multiple vehicles

inbound. Eleven o'clock.

Oh, Petrov is on the move.

Who the hell are these guys?

Identify yourselves!

Don't know.

Local militia?

Kinda looks like Abu Sayyaf.

Bishop, can you confirm?

Yeah, I can't tell.

More guys with g*ns.

Sure as sh*t ain't taking

this compound 'til they leave.

Check out the dude getting out

the left side of the lead vehicle.

Tell me that doesn't

look like Saeed Hashimi.

f*ck.

Who's that?

Head of Abu Sayyaf.

Sure he's here to buy g*ns.

Keep your eyes open.

g*ns on safety.

JTAC, what's the

status of our air?

Reaper still down,

Hornet on standby.

You want it airborne?

Negative.

Sit tight. Let me work

on a new game plan.

Yo,

drone's fixed.

Handover in five.

I'm ready.

f*ck.

Playboy,

this is Reaper 1-0, back

on station. Checking in.

Requesting permission

to establish overhead.

Copy that. Good to

have you back, Reaper.

Grid is as follows,

November, Victor,

1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5. Over.

Copy grid, Playboy.

I have contact.

Open circular compound, one

large concrete structure,

and a road heading

north crossing a dam.

Confirm target area.

Roger that, you have

target area in sight.

I didn't know Hashimi

was in bed with Petrov.

Oh, Hashimi's a t*rror1st.

He's got to buy his

g*ns from somewhere.

Come.

Come here.

The miss doesn't look

too thrilled about it.

Yeah, this guy's

definitely a creeper.

She's getting stranger

danger vibes for sure.

Hashimi and Petrov

sitting in a tree.

K-I-S-S...

f*ck.

Go away!

Run! Run, run, run.

Oh, f*ck.

Take him!

Run!

What the f*ck, Sugar?

What are we doing?

Warhawk, this is Alpha 1.

Have hostiles engaging with

civilians. Requesting updated.

Make him see.

Allahu Akbar!

f*ck me.

Oh f*ck...

m*therf*cker!

Jesus Christ!

Petrov,

Papa!

f*ck this, Sugar, I ain't watching

this assh*le lob off the kid's head.

Papa!

Kinney, stand by for

potential diversion.

Reaper, we need weapons effects between

the compound and the tent. Over.

Reaper 1-0. One by

hellfire m*ssile, copied.

Papa!

Abell, Bishop, you got a sh*t, you take

it. Kinney, drop that f*cking b*mb.

Reaper, you are cleared hot!

Say again, you are cleared hot!

Copied.

Target acquired.

w*apon's away.

Impact 30 seconds.

No! Papa!

Don't have thirty.

Run!

Run, kid. Run!

Guys?

It's a f*cking cave entrance.

Kinney, you've got hostiles directly below

you. Do not move. Do not even breathe.

Abell, Bishop,

I need sights on targets.

Abell, you taking center. Bishop,

extreme left. I'm on extreme right.

On one...

In position.

On one.

Three

two,

one,

Kinney!

f*ck!

sh*t. Abell, you've got five

hostiles on your six. Fifty meters.

Bishop, move. On me!

All right, Abell.

Kinney, I need...

Stay still, assh*le.

A little help here, fellas!

Trying, buddy.

Kinney, I need you to lay down

some cover fire for Abell.

Sug...

Yeah.

We got a situation.

No sh*t.

We got another situation.

RPG twelve o'clock. Incoming!

m*therf*cker!

m*therf*cker!

I got you, man. I got you.

Okay.

You're good, man.

No, you're good, man. You're

good. You're good. I got you.

Where's the med kit?

I'm gonna get you fixed up.

Come on, man.

Where's the med kit?

Kinney.

Kinney.

Abell, Abell. No, no, no.

f*ck, f*ck. Oh, f*ck!

Abell is down. Abell is down.

Hello?

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, f*ck. Alpha 1, this Playboy.

Kinney,

listen to me.

We are taking heavy fire

from two two-man RPG teams.

I need some bombs

down there now!

Wait, wh-what about Abell?

Abell is dead.

He's dead. I need you to stay focused,

Sergeant. Get yourself together.

Oh, f*ck.

Reaper, we're taking RPG

fire on the southeast side

of the compound. Two hundred

meters south of my position.

Give me the biggest thing

you got. Cleared hot.

Copy that, Playboy. We

have eyes on the target.

1 by Blu 118.

Weapons away.

Impact 20 seconds.

Where's that b*mb, Sergeant?

Twenty seconds!

RPG incoming!

f*ck! Sugar?

Sugar? Bishop!

Oh, sh*t.

f*ck!

You got eyes on him?

Lost him in the smoke.

f*ck.

Did he pop the smoke?

I don't know.

Playboy, do you copy?

I see him.

Stay with him.

Reaper? Reaper, you there?

Reaper?

Reaper, you there?

We're here, Playboy.

Give me the status of your team.

Uh,

KIA.

Okay, Playboy, let's

do this by the numbers.

Confirm your current

grid location.

Yeah.

Uh,

I'm headed northeast. November,

Romeo, 2-7-6-0-niner-3-2-2.

I'm, uh...

I'm approx

five clicks from the evac point.

I need you to scan forward 500 meters

and make sure the area is clear.

Copy, Playboy. We got you.

Scanning forward

500 meters. Standby.

Yeah, area's clear.

Area looks clear.

You're good to move.

Playboy, do you copy?

Playboy?

What's he doing? Is he moving?

He's freaking out.

You gotta calm him down.

Hey, Playboy. Good news.

Helicopter is inbound to the evac

point. The cavalry is on the way.

You gotta get your

ass on the move, son.

You got to move, man. Let's go.

Come on, soldier.

Get up and go.

Here we go. All right.

You scan forward. I've got him.

Scanning forward.

Tell me what you see.

Reaper,

I think I'm hearing a truck.

He's right.

I have contact from the west.

Truck on the road, half a click.

I have contact from the east.

Looks like they're converging

on Playboy's position.

Playboy, be aware. You have

converging targets east and west.

How much ordinance

do you have left?

One by hellfire. Air to

ground 114. Standing by.

You want those hornets airborne?

Negative.

Okay, Playboy, tally. Eyes on

target. What you want to do?

Keep eyes on it.

Roger that. Standing by.

Reaper, do you have

eyes on hostiles?

Confirmed hostiles from

the east are armed.

Are they Abu Sayyaf?

They've got weapons.

Safe to assume.

Playboy, you copy?

Can't talk right now.

Ah, for f*ck's sake.

Playboy, Playboy.

Canine coming your way.

You gotta be sh1tting me.

Git.

f*ck, Playboy.

Buffalo Bill has dismounted. He

is approaching your position.

Looks like he's

coming towards Lassie.

Do not move.

Playboy,

Buffalo Bill is above your

position. Do not move.

Okay, Playboy. Looks

like Lassie's going home.

Buffalo Bill has remounted.

Hostiles are leaving

the party. Stand by.

Goddammit.

Playboy,

Buffalo Bill and his buddy

are gone. The truck is gone.

You are clear tracking

500 meters to your north.

There's a path up that

ridge on your one o'clock.

Hey, Playboy,

how you holding up?

I'm all right.

Where are you from, man?

Ohio.

No sh*t.

Me, too.

Brook Park.

Middleburg Heights.

We're basically

f*cking neighbors.

O-H.

I-O.

Fellow Buckeye.

Get home much?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was just there.

Had to bury my father.

Oh, man. Sorry to hear.

Yeah, it's okay.

Were you guys close?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was a good guy.

In Sweet Sixteen news,

the f*cking Buckeyes

just sh*t the bed against VCU.

First round.

Trying to depress me more?

Sorry, man.

Hey, you ever got up to

Mama Santas on Mayfield?

Are you kidding me?

I lived at that place

during high school.

f*cking great.

I know, right? I met my

first wife there in '95.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. We met in line.

We both ordered stromboli.

Who the f*ck orders stromboli?

I know, right?

I thought it was meant to be.

And it was.

Right up until it wasn't,

you know?

My current wife hates the sh*t.

She jealous?

Nah, man, worse

she's vegan.

Ah, man. That is worse.

How do you know if

someone's a vegan?

How?

They will tell you.

You're getting really close now, man.

Just keep up the pace. Good work.

ETA on the helo?

Playboy 0-6, this

is Blackbird 2-5,

approaching LZ from east.

ETA three mikes, over.

Copy.

Reaper, how's my path to the LZ?

Clear.

Path is clear.

Time to get the hell

out of dodge, Playboy.

Thanks for the eyes, Reaper.

Happy to do it.

Hey, drop me a line next

time you're in Vegas.

I have a solid hookup

for Disney on Ice.

You lost me.

I might pass on that,

but I'm at Nellis all the time.

I'm here, man. Call CENTCOM.

Raven Squadron. Eddie Grim.

Just ask for Reaper.

Will do.

Blackbird 2-5, I have a visual.

LZ is clear for extract.

Marking position with I-R.

Roger that, Playboy. I

have your position marked.

Contact! I'm hit! I'm hit!

Playboy, are you injured?

Negative!

Must have hit my plate.

Reaper, hostiles, 100 meters

east. Two hundred meters south.

Contact! Blackbird. I have

multiple targets around the LZ.

Contact, Blackbird. Three more

hostiles on the west ridge.

Small arms and an RPG.

Better move your ass.

RPG!

sh*t!

Blackbird, can you stay in the

area until we can find a secure LZ?

Negative, Playboy.

LZ is too hot.

Back to you as fast as we can.

sh*t!

Reaper, west ridge.

Contact, Playboy.

Three more trucks right through.

Reaper, need the b*mb

300 meters to the west.

Cleared hot!

Roger that, Playboy.

Tally. Eyes on target.

Stay where you are, assholes.

Stay where you are, assholes.

w*apon away. Impact 20 seconds.

Target is down. Now get

the f*ck out of there.

f*ck! Taking fire.

This ain't done.

Got another truck

coming in from the west.

Jesus Christ, I'm pinned down.

How are they seeing me?

It's his strobe!

They must have night vision.

He's gotta turn his strobe off.

It's your strobe, Playboy.

Turn off your strobe.

Taking fire from the east.

Drop everything you have.

Playboy, I am Winchester.

I'm out of bombs.

ETA on the hornets is two mikes.

Playboy... this is Hornet 1.

Entering point out level.

I'm coming in on an

east west heading.

Roger that, Hornet 1.

I'm 200 meters north

of target grid.

Keep all fire south

of target grid.

I say again, all fire south.

Copy that. Be advised

this will be danger close.

Yes, yes. Cleared hot.

Copy.

Three, two, one!

sh*t!

Still taking fire from west!

Copy, Playboy. Coming

around for another run.

f*ck!

f*ck this!

What do you want, Airman?

- Yeah, I'm doing a Starbucks run.

- Moving!

Colonel Packett is springing.

A what?

Starbucks.

Have you lost your mind?

Airman, leave!

Eyes on that hornet.

Give me some fire

on the west ridge.

You're cleared hot.

Confirm. West or east?

West! West!

Copy that. This one is

going to be danger close.

We still do not

have visual on you.

It's fine. Just drop

it! You're cleared hot!

Be advised, this

is danger close.

Altitude.

Altitude.

Pull up.

Pull up.

Playboy, I am Winchester.

Hornet 1 is RTB.

Copy that.

Good sh**ting.

How's it looking, Reaper?

Playboy, from what we

can see, it looks clear.

These f*ckers know

we're out there now, so

do not discount any surprises.

We got another LZ?

There's a clearing

two clicks northeast

of your position.

You're not gonna like it though.

You say northeast?

A-firm, Playboy.

Northeast is up a

big f*cking hill.

I know, man. I told you,

you weren't gonna like it.

I'm sorry, but that is the

closest LZ option we have.

Playboy, the helo is airborne.

ETA to the alternate

LZ is 90 mikes.

You copy?

Yeah, I'm here.

How you doing, man?

Pretty gassed.

Yeah, no doubt.

Hang in there, okay?

Sorry about the

failed evac, man.

Now you know.

Don't trust Air Force Captains.

Traditionally, we are full of sh*t.

Captain?

Yeah.

You said you met your

first wife in '95.

Yeah, I am old as sh*t. I

should be a general by now.

I got three ex-wives. I got eight kids. I

got a new wife. I got a new kid on the way.

I need the active duty bonuses.

If I go out from Captain, they'll

make me an instructor, so f*ck that.

You fly fixed wings

before the birds?

That is a very long

story, my friend.

But, yes, originally, I

did sign up to be a pilot.

But apparently, the

Air Force thought

my responses to authority

were not normal.

So that goat got f*cked.

Subtle.

What happened?

Well, I sh*t my big mouth off,

and I found myself

reassigned to USAF-SF

guarding sh*t in the middle

of nowhere for 20 years.

Eareckson Base in the Aleutian,

Pine Gap in Australia...

Playboy, do you copy?

Playboy, do you copy?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

What happened?

Slid halfway down

a f*cking mountain.

Oh, f*ck, man. You okay?

You hurt?

Yeah. Just my pride.

Uh, Reaper, I've got

movement in front of Playboy.

One hundred meters northwest.

Zoom in.

Three armed hostiles.

Playboy, you have three

hostiles heading your way.

Find cover.

Find cover.

f*ck.

sh*t.

Scan forward. Keep me with him.

Copy.

Got him?

I'm looking. I'm looking.

f*ck.

I got him.

He's heading downstream.

God f*cking dammit!

Get me the colonel.

Yeah.

Keep looking.

I lost him under the canopy.

f*ck.

Reaper, what's the sitrep?

This mission has gone

to sh*t, Colonel.

I got an op who's been taken.

We are 12 hours in.

I'm Winchester, but we cannot leave the

target area because we have the only eyes.

Requesting permission to stay in the

chair until we get the soldier home.

How you feeling? Are

you feeling sharp?

Oh yeah.

Sharp as an elephant's ass.

Staff Sergeant?

I'm good, sir.

Okay, Eddie. Stay in the chair.

Get it done, you two.

f*ck you.

Come on, Playboy.

Come on. Talk to me.

Oh, sh*t.

You got him?

It's all radio chatter

about the JSOC asset.

Who?

The reason those guys are there,

not confirmed,

but one says Borneo,

the other Yemen.

Yemen?

That's halfway around the

f*cking world. You sh1tting me?

Who's saying that?

Reading between the

lines with CIA or DIA.

Man.

Alphabet soup m*therf*ckers!

You can't trust a word they say.

Hands!

Hands!

Hands!

Are you injured?

Look at me.

I thought you were dead.

Here.

Drink this. Drink. Drink. Drink.

Here. Put that on, okay?

Okay?

An RPG exploded

on your position.

Near,

not on.

Listen.

Bishop got captured.

He's injured pretty bad.

I gotta go.

We gotta go back and get him.

So,

grab what you can, okay? Here.

Take this. Here.

Put them in here.

Put them in here.

Here take this.

Come on.

You following me, Sergeant?

Hey. Look,

I get it.

This is not where

you want to be,

but you got to dig, okay?

It's not here. It's

not here. It's here.

Bishop's in trouble.

We gotta go back and get him.

Okay.

You can still sh**t, can't you?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Still have your battery?

No, I lost it in the fall.

Let me see your Kn*fe.

What for?

I'm gonna call Warhawk.

With a water bottle?

Come on, you piece of sh*t.

Reaper, this is Playboy.

Playboy, where the f*ck are you?

I'm with Alpha one.

We're headed back

to the initial AO.

No, no, no, no. Negative.

Negative, Playboy.

We have Intel the

asset has been found.

We're not going for the asset.

Say again?

We're not going for the asset. One of our team

members was captured. We're going in to get him.

Playboy, a QRF is being assembled. Hold

your position until they're deployed.

Negative, Reaper.

There's no time.

Get on the horn with CJSOTF,

and let them know our sitrep.

We're gonna need planes on standby.

ETA to target area is 6-0 mikes.

We'll confirm grid then. Over.

What direction you

heading, Playboy?

Give me your bearing.

Playboy?

Lost comms.

f*ck!

Connect me to CJSOTF.

Well, I know it's unusual, Eileen.

Just f*cking connect me, okay?

So where is he?

No idea.

What's the plan?

Drop some bombs,

create a diversion,

go in and get him.

k*ll anyone that

gets in our way.

Where do you want the bombs?

You're the JTAC. You tell me.

Probably the best place would be along

those cave entrances on this ridge line.

Space them out 15 minutes

apart while we go in.

Sound good?

Sounds good.

Find Bishop, make our move

when the first strike hits.

Second strike should

hold their attention.

And the last one?

Mass effect.

Let's turn those

caves inside out.

f*ckin' A, kid.

f*ckin' A.

Yeah, I'm here. What do you got?

B1 full payload?

That will do the job.

I will confirm

the 9 line with Bone

0-1 when received.

Roger.

B1 in the air, Colonel.

Copy that. Nice work.

Reaper, this is Playboy.

Copy, Playboy. I'm here.

Okay. Game plan is to use CAS to

strike a set of cave structures

to the north of the

compound as a diversion.

I need three att*cks spaced approx

15 mikes apart starting at 1100.

Eleven hundred. Mark that.

First strike, 1100.

Intent for first two att*cks

is to hold their attention.

Final att*ck should have enough ordnance

to neutralize all enemy in the caves.

Type three BOC.

November, Victor,

1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5.

Say again, Playboy. Say again.

November, Victor,

1-1-4-8-7-6-3-5. Over.

Copy.

Eyes on you.

Three strikes. Eleven

hundred. Diversion.

Eleven fifteen, diversion.

Eleven thirty, we're gonna light

that sh*t up and blow it to f*ck.

Confirm, Playboy.

Oh, f*ck.

Battery's dead.

We good?

Hope so.

Playboy, confirm?

Lost comms.

f*ck.

All right, we all know the plan.

You both did some fine work

here today. Get out of here.

No, no, no, no, no.

We are not going anywhere.

I wasn't asking. You're done.

You're ten hours over

your eight-hour shift.

Okay, Reaper. Out of the chair.

Eat a bag of dicks, Hawkins.

Hawkins?

It's Andrews.

Come on. Let me get you up.

No.

Exit the chair, Reaper.

There's no f*cking

way I'm off this op.

No f*cking way.

I got one KIA.

One MIA.

And I got two f*cking nut jobs

trying to take on an

entire Abu Sayyaf camp.

That leaves one team, i.e. us,

to make sure this whole thing doesn't

go to hell in a f*cking hand basket.

You finished?

I'm not finished.

I can keep going.

Then I suggest you think very carefully about the

next words that come out of your mouth, Captain.

Oh, come on, Virgil. You're

gonna pull rank on me?

You told me I could

have this chair

until the op was done.

Go and watch the basketball.

Sir, with all due respect, this is

Reaper's op. We should be allowed to...

I don't recall asking your

opinion, Staff Sergeant.

Well, maybe that's

your problem, Colonel.

I would strongly advise you to

not go down the same rabbit hole

as your partner here.

She did not say a word, Colonel.

Not a single word.

Exit the chair.

Exit the room,

and I will do my best to forget

this conversation ever happened.

Don't f*ck it up, Junior.

You got it.

First strike 1100.

It's just a diversion.

Second strike 11...

Captain!

I'm good. I'm good.

You're dismissed.

Here we are.

Eyes.

One guy in the tent.

Two guys on the balcony.

What's our time?

Twenty.

This is gonna get ugly.

I need you focused.

Head on a swivel.

If you see something I don't,

you say 'contact

left, contact right.'

Somebody comes from behind us,

you say 'six.'

I'll handle the rest.

Only sh**t if it's necessary. We got to

keep this quiet for as long as we can.

For what it's worth,

you earned your tier

one status today.

Does that mean I get paid more?

f*ck no. It just sounds cooler.

You ready?

Nope.

You?

Always.

Let's do it.

Okay.

Fucker.

You good?

Yeah.

Alright.

He's jammed.

Go, go, go, go!

Come on!

g*n right. Right!

Move! Move!

On me.

On you.

Contact left!

Drop down!

You good?

f*ck!

f*ck.

Oh, f*ck!

Grenade!

Get down!

Hey, Sug.

Bishop.

This your idea of

a rescue mission?

I think I got them

right where I want 'em.

You look like ass.

Hey,

how you doing, Bishop?

Talk to me.

Ah...

Air Force,

I think

we're in a bad spot.

Yeah, we're in a bad spot.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, yo!

Hey, listen to me, man.

They're gonna drop bombs on

these caves. You understand?

Bombs on these caves.

If we don't get out of

here, we're all gonna die.

You understand?

Bombs on these caves.

f*ck!

Stupid fucks!

Stupid fucks!

Boeing 0-1, this is Sunburn 0-6.

We're tracking your position.

Be advised ETA to

first drone strike,

two mikes.

All right, let's

f*cking rock and roll.

Zoom out 400 meters.

I think they know

I'm not gonna last much longer.

Just... just... just hang

on a second, all right, man?

I'm gonna figure out how

to get us out of here.

I'm already out.

Just get Bishop and get

yourselves out of here.

Okay?

Nah, you're good, man.

You're good, you're good.

Don't

f*cking touch him!

Or I'll f*cking f*cking f*ck!

f*ck!

f*cking pieces of sh*t!

Come on!

Get your f*cking hands off him!

f*cking coward.

Sugar?

Get your f*cking hands off him!

Hashimi,

you like that?

Sugar?

Oh, f*ck.

Sugar?

I'm good.

f*ck!

f*ck!

Welcome to Guantanamo.

Go.

You know Japan invaded

these lands in 1941.

Hm. Built these caves

with the intent to stay

but our Moro brothers defeated

them very quickly. Hm.

You know this dam they built

it was a very forward step.

Was it this blood

washed from the land

and into our mouths?

But not to me.

We answer to no

one but ourselves.

We were having a

fairly pleasant day.

Blessed by the...

Then, how you say?

Someone rains on our parade?

Removed one imperialist

just to find another.

This is not the conversation

we should be having right now.

No?

What should we talk about?

I told you.

There's more bombs on the way.

Ah,

I'm not interested in

your faceless bombs.

You see, real results

are created face-to-face,

interactions like

what you and I are

doing right here.

Speak!

Where are the other

commandos located?

There's no more. It's just us!

Your jets are still in the area.

Someone must be

communicating with them.

We were communicating with them.

Listen,

there's more strikes on the way.

If we don't get out of here,

we're all f*cking dust.

No! You are dust!

f*cking dust!

How does this feel?

To be this scared.

Too weak to do anything

about your own death.

You may think that I do this

without feeling anything.

That is wrong.

To k*ll affects me.

To embrace the brutality

of this affects me.

And that is the difference

between you and I.

I look a man in the eye,

and I make my choice intimate.

The b*mb!

Excuse me?

Sir?

I got this thing here

I don't even know...

I don't even know if this

is something that exists.

My wife's written it down, so

she might have got it wrong.

It sounds a little crazy,

but, uh,

I gotta ask, you know?

Do you have

artisanal tree nut

fermented plant-based cashew

and tahini smoked

vegan new cheese.

Is that a thing?

Yeah,

right here.

Man after my own heart.

Huh. I would have bet money

against that. Thank you very much.

All right, let's

f*cking rock and roll.

Zoom out 400 meters.

It's f*cking showtime.

Ready to fire.

Bombs away.

Six, five, four, three,

two, one.

Impact.

Holy sh*t.

You JSOC?

Can you walk?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Hey!

f*ck!

f*cking hell, Kinney.

You good?

Yeah, yeah.

Who the f*ck's that guy?

The asset...

I think.

Come on. We gotta move.

So soon?

Let's go.

Which way?

I think it's this way.

Let's keep moving.

f*ck.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Sit here for a second.

I'll be right back.

Boeing 0-1, this is Sunburn 0-6. You

are inbound to target. Five mikes.

Copy incoming. We're hot. Let me know

when I can cross extend at 7-9-8-4-0.

f*ck,

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

Come on.

f*ck.

Barbeque creepy peanuts.

Yeah!

Come on!

Vegan sour cream.

Come on! Yeah!

Plant based feta.

Oh, you m*therf*cker!

f*ck.

Come on, man.

Come on. Pick up

the f*cking phone.

Get the phone, Sergeant.

Sergeant!

Yes, sir.

Reaper. I need Reaper.

Reaper's gone.

Try his cell...

Wait, wait. Hold on.

702-166-42 00.

Yeah! Come on!

Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!

Hello?

f*ck!

6-4200.

Come on, man.

Pick up the phone.

I'm looking. I'm looking at

all of the shelves. All right.

Hey,

hold on.

No, I'm looking at...

It was a number I didn't know.

I'm looking at all the shelves,

but they got real

Mexican, you know?

Cou... but with meat in it.

No, I'm not...

Baby, okay.

All right? It's got meat in it.

Sorry I shouldn't have

used the word real.

Sunburn 0-6, this is Boeing

0-1. Approaching target.

Come on. Move! Move!

Okay?

Tampon because

I wanted to buy a degradable,

No problem. Just go right ahead.

Just

what's your problem?

Nothing.

Okay.

People is so aggressive...

Reaper, it's Playboy.

Abort. I need you to abort.

Abort the last strike. I need

you to abort the last...!

f*ck!

Call SitComm.

I don't understand.

Call SitComm, for f*ck's sake.

Calling SitComm.

Yes!

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on, m*therf*ckers.

Answer the phone.

Lining up for the final run.

Come on. Call SitComm.

Come on! Come on!

m*therf*cker,

answer the f*cking phone.

Come on!

Come on!

Oh, f*ck it.

f*ck it!

Load 0-1 on final approach.

Come on.

Move! Move!

Right there.

Time to target

30 seconds.

Guys!

Come on, move!

What the...

Impact 15 seconds.

Abort the strike!

We have payload. Ten seconds.

Seven... six... five

three, two, one...

Boeing 0-1, abort!

Boeing 0-1, abort!

Do you copy?

What are you doing?

They copy?

Yeah.

The operator

is still in the target area.

Bullshit.

Zoom in.

Zoom in

to the caves

where the strike was gonna be.

There he is. That's

him. That's Playboy.

Sorry, man.

g*dd*mn, Reaper.

Who

are you waving at?

A friend.

f*ck!

Who won the game?

Vols, baby.

Elite eight.

That's wonderful, Colonel,

congratulations.

It's an excellent win for you

and the great

state of Tennessee.

That's right.

I just called that phone

five f*cking times.

Ringer's off again.

Now it wasn't my pregnant wife.

But it was a life-or-death situation

for a JTAC operator in the field.

Our job is communication!

Our priority is protecting

the men and women

who serve this country.

So if you don't mind,

can we get back on

with the f*cking job?

Hell you think you're doing?

You can take that out of my

active-duty bonuses, Colonel.

Hey, get some sleep.

See you in the morning.

See you then.

Uh

You don't own a tux, do you?

A tux?

I do not own a tux, no.

Okay.

Wedding is not black tie, right?

No, not black tie.

The wedding party is.

Are you gonna ask me

to be a bridesmaid?

No, Reaper.

I was gonna ask if you want

to walk me down the aisle.

You serious?

Yeah.

Wow.

That would be one of

the greatest privileges

of my life.

You know one thing I know

one hundred percent for sure.

Your dad

would be so proud of you.

Thank you.

So, what are we

going to dance to?

Dance?

Yeah.

Oh, no, I have not

thought about that yet.

Okay. Well, you

got to pick a song

and then just

listen to my hands.

I'm gonna listen to your hands?

Oh, yeah. Yes, you are.

Oh, okay.

Whoa, okay.

Run this round my back.

This?

- That way, I know where it's coming.

- That's right. There you go.

Okay, what's next?

Come back in and out.

Out.

And back to me.

Okay.

Yeah.

And then out.

Out.

This time around.

Give me the other hand.

Oh okay.

Walking over. Oh, around.

Around my back.

Beautiful.

You have done this

many, many times before.

I've had a few Dosey Does.

Oh, you're pretty good.

You're pretty good.

Any other dances. You

know how to twerk?

To who? To twerk?

To twerk.

- Uh, no. I don't know how to twerk.

- You better get practicing. Yeah.