Armed

Happy Birthday America.

This is Michigan's Classic Rock Station.

Rock Station K92 FM.

This is Billy Hoss-

In stereo-

It's a midnight run.

We go in through the rear

of the warehouse on the north side.

Grab the stingers and ordinance

before anyone knows we were there.

Sounds too easy.

That's 'cause it is.

Security?

- There's one guard on shift, armed.

Six security cameras covering inside and out.

- Sounds like a 40 year stretch if we're lucky.

- How are we supposed to get in undetected?

We don't.

There's no way to cut the camera feed.

We take out the guard and we go in heavy.

By the time the security company

realize the guard hasn't checked in, we'll be gone.

No trace.

- How do we know what's in there?

This warehouse usually stores

any irrigation equipment and tractor parts, farm shit,

but the week before Christmas,

the Redstone Army Base in Halton

is gonna be transferring a ton of military hardware

and storing it at this warehouse.

Pretty unusual for military

to be using civilian warehousing.

How do you know that?

- Because I've been working my ass

to the bone in there for three years.

I've been eating shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

and I have the manifest.

Stingers, M16s, light machine guns, rocket launchers.

It's gonna be a goddamn Christmas miracle.

Frank, we're gonna need a van.

Something big enough to haul everything

and we're gonna need weapons.

Small arms, short barrel type stuff.

Things go south and we get boxed in,

we might have to shoot our way out.

Consider it done.

Where's the money coming from?

Wes Chapman set it up.

- Chappy, I haven't heard that name since the war.

How much is he in for?

Nothing. He's dead.

Shot himself two months ago.

Couldn't shake the bug.

He was a good man.

Good Marine.

- I guess Chappy figured it was easier to use his side iron.

Before he checked out,

Chappy put me in touch with an Arab named Amir.

He was looking for particulars.

- We're doing business with terrorists?

- Well, I last I checked it was still a free country.

Go on.

- Once we leave the warehouse,

we head west to an abandoned construction site

just outside of Northfield.

The Arabs will be there at 1600.

What's the cut?

2.2 million.

500 grand each.

Our getaway's 100,000.

It's 25 grand up front.

Bennett Meyers is flying us there.

We move into St. Andrew's air base.

From there, the C-130 takes us south

across the border into Panama.

Any more questions?

Let's get to work.

Seven miles, east river.

This is private property.

You can't be here.

Move this piece of shit now

or I'll have someone move it for you.

You hard of hearing, asshole?

Jesus Christ.

Skip, we got a couple of-

- Hey Miller, suck on this.

Adios, amigo.

Let's move! Five minutes.

Let's go.

417.

Stingers are down there.

All the way to the end, B13.

Got 'em.

Let's move!

- Hey, I'm coming around. - Come on, come on, come on.

Bring it in straight.

Okay, that's the call.

Security company's been notified.

Three minutes for that call to come into county.

Six minutes for them to get here.

That gives us eight minutes to get the fuck outta here.

Hurry up, let's go. Let's go.

Get us outta here.

- The National Weather Service

has issued a winter storm warning tonight

across the Lone Star State.

Freezing rain from Texas to Ohio is draining power grids

all the way from Texas into the Midwest.

Snow covered roads, low visibility.

We're looking at heavy snow again

stretching all the way from Texas.

- You hear that? - Into Missouri today.

Anywhere from three to six inches of snow-

Huh?

- Due to pour in Oklahoma City,

six to 10 in Kansas City,

and we're looking out one to two in Amarillo, Texas.

- You must've heard that. - Then for tomorrow,

this big system moved slowly and that's the problem.

Heavy rain from Birmingham, New York City,

power outages and very difficult travel.

Ice counts up to half an inch and heavy snow.

The flight leaves 0600.

Once we offload the stingers, we'll be home free.

Make no mistake,

we're now viewed as traitors by our own government.

The Army, FBI, National Guard, State Police,

they'll all be ordered to surgically remove us

leaving no trace we even served.

They trained us to kill,

sent us off to do their dirty work

with no compensation.

In a few short hours,

consider yourselves all permanently retired.

He's gonna fuck this up.

You just keep him away from the Arabs when they get here.

Fucking Army guys.

Marines.

- Whatever, what's the difference?

You're about to find out

if you don't keep your mouth shut.

What happened?

How many?

Chuck!

I dumped a full mag in it.

Didn't even slow it down.

What do you mean it?

What happened?

What happened? What happened?

- Hell, if I know what I saw.

What I saw doesn't make any sense.

- And where the fuck are the stingers?

You're not listening to me.

There were no stingers.

Just it.

Nothing.

- Whatever Chuck was shooting at couldn't have got far.

- Doesn't seem like he even wanted to hit him.

Shooting from that close.

How could you miss?

Sergeant, what was it?

A machine.

A goddamn machine.

A machine?

What are you talking about? A robot?

You expect us to believe that?

Whoever broke in is halfway to the state line by now.

What are we gonna tell the Arabs?

Whoa.

You lying bastard.

If there were no stingers in that crate,

then what the hell was it?

- Everything you asked for was on that manifest.

- You've been working at that warehouse for three years.

I'll say it again.

The base commander moved everything

to that warehouse two weeks ago.

Something tells me

you're running a side deal here, Morley.

I don't know any Arabs.

I wouldn't even know how to set up a buy.

That's why I partnered with you military guys.

You guys are the trained experts.

- No one else knew where the exchange was.

Something broke out, not in.

- That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Defense Intelligence Agency.

Goddamn spooks.

- Once you get to the end of this road, turn right!

Right there, right there.

Turn!

- If things go south, put 'em down.

Put 'em all down.

Merry Christmas.

Is that my money?

Not yet.

Two million.

Courtesy of Uncle Sam, M16A1.

Fires a 5.56 NATO cartridge.

We got 20 rounders and thirties.