Strike Back

As of now, Section 20 is officially disbanded.

Today, we bring the true horror of nuclear capability

to the heart of the UN itself.

What's the deactivation code?

Nice knowing you, Mikey.

You have Li-Na?

Bring her in and I'll personally make sure that Section 20 is reinstated.

What the hell are they doing here?

Urgh!

No!

Argh!

Shit! Shit!

Argh...!

Scott?

Scott!

Yeah!

I'm fine.

Urgh...

They're going to be looking for us.

We can't leave his body here, Mike.

Scott, we don't have a choice. We have to move on.

Well... They're going to be coming.

I lost my gun. Ammo count?

I got two. One up.

It's enough.

Three rounds isn't enough, not if you want to survive.

I'm not talking about survival, Mike.

I'm talking about getting even.

- You want to get even? - Yeah!

Then let's get smart and let's move out.

Come on.

Original source: MemoryOnSmells Resynced and corrected by peterbrito for addic7ed

All right, listen up! We're coming up to the crash site.

Eyes on the prize.

First blood gets a bonus in their paycheck.

Do you know what your problem is, Mike?

You're still thinking like a soldier.

You stand tall, salute the fucking flag.

My problem is you'd happily get us killed without thinking things through.

What's there to think through, Michael?

They killed the boss, they murdered. You happy about that?

You think I'm happy about that? I'm trying to keep us alive!

What, by running like a pair of fucking cowards?

Call me a coward one more time, mate, see how that fucking works out for you!

What would he say about our situation?

- What would the boss say? - Shut up, Michael!

He'd tell us to stop shouting at each other

like a couple of schoolgirls. He'd say we're outnumbered.

We need an escape route.

Passports.

Cash.

He'd tell us three bullets weren't nearly enough.

That's pretty much the way I see it, too.

Problem is, we can't go for backup.

The CIA have hidden weapon caches all over Europe.

What are you thinking?

We need to find a phone.

Well, let's find a phone, then, eh?

Yes, sir.

- Almost touching. - Yeah.

Think I might cry.

We got a trail over here.

Yeah, got one here, too.

Fake trails. They're trying to mislead us.

Check every town, every home within a ten-mile radius.

Need be, we'll go door-to-door using our considerable charm.

Telephone...

Excuse me...

Excuse me!

Hello? Hey.

Sorry, we're a little lost and, er, we had an accident.

So, have you got a telephone that we can use?

What do the Swiss call a telephone?

They call it a telephone.

But I'm not Swiss. I'm Austrian.

Er, we also call it a telephone.

The telephone is back there.

Thank you.

- Oscar Steiner. - Michael Stonebridge.

And that's Damien Scott.

- Army? - Yes. And you?

Look, er...

I need your help.

Second Lieutenant, Austrian infantry.

In the photo?

Er, that was my father.

He fought in the Gebirgsjager in the Second World War.

Do excuse me, please.

Yeah.

Any luck?

Yeah. But you're not going to like it. Christy Bryant.

- What? - She was my handler for seven years, Mike.

Scott, you also tried to shoot her

- once or twice, didn't you? - Once.

Huh?

- All right, maybe twice. - Yeah.

The point is, she's running PMCs in Europe.

She's going to RV with us at a safe house,

where she can get us cash, passports

and she can confirm the location of the CIA weapons cache close to here.

That's good.

Excuse me, sir.

Have you heard of the Friedhof Dam?

Yes.

It's about 50km from here.

We're going to need to rest.

Oscar, may we please stay for a while, rest up?

We have no money, but we can offer you this. It's worth something.

I live in Switzerland.

I'm surrounded by watches. Thank you.

Please...

- Cheers. - Thank you.

How long have you been in the army?

Since the day I left school.

So everything you know in life...

it is because you are a soldier.

Hm.

Have a family?

Have a home?

I had a wife.

I would have been a father.

I think things would have been different.

There's a world in which Michael Stonebridge is fixing the fence

and he's arguing with his missus

and the kids are running around the garden

and they're driving him nuts and he...

he loves every second of it.

Because he's found his place in the world.

But that is not real.

No, it's not.

That didn't happen.

I can't even imagine that world any more.

And I'm almost...

I'm almost grateful,

because I don't have to love or care for anyone.

I don't have to share anything.

This is all I have.

But there is a problem.

You and him walking here...

the state you're in,

there is trouble.

Yeah. Yeah, there's trouble.

You are scared?

No, I'm not scared.

And part of me hopes I die a soldier,

because without this life, I'm... nothing.

This is all I have. This is all that I am.

Life...

it is not so bad.

But wherever you are, maybe you have to get old...

before you can see that.

This is to a man that we just lost.

Lieutenant Colonel Philip Locke.

To the boss.

We leave at first light.

This was my father's.

It might be useful to you.

Huh! A stick grenade.

Oh.

- Are you sure? - I sleep good at night.

That has no use for me.

Nice.

Bloody hell!

Er, no. No way.

She's beautiful.

You in?

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Oscar.

Ah... It looks like an old helmet.

Ah-ha!

Here, Mikey.

Look...

- There you go. Now I'm comfortable. - That's perfect.

Good day, sir.

Have you had two men pass by here?

I'm sorry, nobody visit me.

Not for long time.

Please understand that the men we're looking for,

despite what they may have told you,

they're wanted criminals.

And by protecting them, you ain't helping no-one.

I'm going to make you a promise here.

Tell me what they wanted, where they are,

we'll leave you be.

No harm, no fail.

They are soldiers.

We're soldiers, too.

You're something else.

Something worse.

It doesn't matter.

I am not going to help you.

What is it you guys always say?

Ve haz vays of making you talk!

I am Austrian.

Well, pardon me to hell!

You just ruined my joke.

But I ain't going to let you fuck up my punchline, though!

Smile...

Argh! Argh! Argh! Aarrgghh!

Argh! Argh!