The Wall

Nothing.

Hit and run.

Whoever it was, they're gone.

War's over. He got the memo.

Ize?

Allen?

Ize.

What?

We got no movement, not a sign of a shadow.

How...

How long we been here, man? 18-plus?

- Twenty. - Jesus.

There's nobody fucking out there, man.

- 'Less he's a pro. - A hajji?

I'm just saying, maybe.

Six construction guys on that pipeline.

Huh?

Two-man security escort.

Yeah.

Look at 'em.

What?

Eh, not one body near to anything resembling cover.

That's just fucking weird to me.

Don't mean shit, man.

Means he took them out pretty fucking fast.

And I think they're all fucking head shots, too.

Oh, fuck off. Look, hey.

Check out our boy with the radio; He got the call out?

Yeah.

That ain't a head shot, Ize.

Okay, fine, so one without a fucking head shot.

I mean, eight guys, Thirty seconds?

So you're saying a hajji went in there with a semi-auto?

Said he might be a pro.

Oh, right.

We're dealing with Juba now?

Might be.

I'm just saying, that wall's cursed.

It's a wall, man.

You're scared of a fucking wall?

Nah, I'm scared of what's behind it.

Could be two hajjis sucking each other off

behind that thing.

Hey.

What's there is there.

Rest of that shit's in your head, you understand?

Ize?

Mm-hmm?

What's your vote now?

Got anyone out there?

Nah.

I mean, I was 60% sure.

Now I'm, like, 80.

I don't think so.

Or... yep, he's a pro.

Oh, fuck off.

Probably the same as it always is.

Four or five hajjis came in and bushwhacked 'em.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, makes sense.

Maybe.

Or he's a pro.

I'm fucking hot. I'm calling it.

Ah, see, fuck you, man.

I knew that's what you wanted to do.

I'm fucking with you, man.

What, are you fucking hungry again?

Already had four or five MREs, gorilla fuck.

I'm not fucking sitting here

dancing around your super-theories

that a fucking super-sniper's down there, bro.

No fucking way a hajji sticks around this long.

You shitting me?

I'm fucking hot as shit.

My balls have melted into one fucking ball.

Later, you're on duty,

you're gonna pry these apart, all right?

Oh, yeah, if I can fucking find it.

And you're gonna fucking like it, too.

I should've joined the fucking air force.

Nah, you're too fucking big for the air force.

You'd bring the whole thing down.

Hey, I'm serious, man.

- Get down. - I'm serious, too.

I'm going down there, grabbing that guy's radio,

coming back up here, and we are getting the fuck gone.

Yeah, Roger that.

Comm check.

Yup-yup. Check-check.

Where have you gone?

Oh, yep.

Movement?

Ah, you look fucking rigid as shit.

How's that one ball?

Oh, real nice. Real smart.

You'll always be number one to me, my man.

You got eyes on that wall?

I got eyes on your ass.

Oh, shake that Booty.

Oh, yeah, there it is.

Uh.

Ooh, there we go. There it is.

I think your tampon just fell out.

Damn right. That'd usually cost you 25 bucks.

You're clear 360.

Keep them eyes open.

Just watch my six.

Roger that.

Yeah, we're fucking solo out here.

Lonely as fuck.

Fuck.

I'm getting closer here.

You got eyes on that wall?

Roger that.

- Shit. - What?

Ah, this...

Man, this fucking thing's fogging up, man.

You have got to get rid of that shit.

It was Dean's.

Fuck Dean. Dean was a bitch.

Yeah, fuck Dean.

Dean was a bitch.

Bad Juju carrying around a dead man's scope.

Something's not right.

What?

Talk to me, man, talk to me. What's going on down there?

Ize, they are head shots, man.

Can you tell where they came from?

You know what, fuck it.

Get the hell out of there, bro.

Hey, Ize, just check the...

Ah, shit, I'm hit!

Fuck, man, fuck! I fucked up.

- Fuck! - Fuck!

Fuck! Shit!

Hang on, buddy. I'm coming down.

Shit.

They see me out there. They see me out there.

Back up! Back up!

- Take cover! - They see me out there.

Take cover! What are you doing, man?!

No! Get away from me, man!

No!

No! No!

Back up!

Oh! Fucking shit!

Take cover!

Get down!

Ah! Shit! Fuck!

Sar'nt!

Sar'nt Matthews!

Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Ah, shit...

Fuck, I'm sorry!

Shit. Fuck.

No way. No fucking way.

Ah, shit. Okay, uh...

My brother, fucking tell RJ.

You got to tell him, okay?

- What about RJ? - RJ.

Tell fucking RJ that I got...

I got fucking... I got fucking 22 grand, man. 22 grand.

Stop, stop. Stop talking, bro.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to fucking do.

Tourniquet.

Use your fucking tourniquet.

Fucking... tourniquet!

Use your fucking tourniquet!

Ize.

Ize, I need your fucking help, man.

I can't!

You know that!

No, no, no, no!

Fucking... The radio, the radio!

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You got it?

Fuck.

Fuck, man, you got it?!

One second!

Oh, god.

Breaker, breaker...

Aw, shit.

Break, break, break, spartan thirty tree,

uh, requesting extraction.

Fuck.

What the fuck?

Shit.

Shit. No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

Fuck.

You fucking piece of shit.

Fuck!

Fucking fuck!

Break, break, break, spartan thirty tree,

requesting extraction.

Break, break, break!

Spartan three tree requesting extraction!

Radio comm?!

He hit my fucking antenna!