Bats: Human Harvest

Miserable country, miserable people.

And we're in the worst of it.

The Belzan.

Chechen folk tales don't concern me, only Chechen bullets.

But so many stories, and they all have the same ending.

Anyone who enters the forest never leaves.

What?

Special Ops Patrol Charlie, ETA?

Answer the radio.

Yes, sir.

Alpha Base, this is Charlie. About 15 minutes.

Ten-four, Charlie.

Why'd you stop?

At the last village there was a child missing.

We make ourselves a target out here.

Radio control, this is Major Korkov.

Investigating a bicycle.

Radio control?

What's wrong with the radio?

I have no idea.

Radio control?

Haunted.

Outside.

Secure the area. Report anything.

Damn. I know this is a trap.

Follow me.

Move out, huh?

Delta One in position.

Copy, Delta One, we're a go.

Tunnel.

Russo, gun.

Remember, clean sweep. Computers, maps and weapons.

Oh, thank you.

Looks like we found some decent intel on that laptop.

Dude got a Dell.

I want you to know you did real good down there.

Thanks, sir.

In basic at Fort Bragg I saw some great soldiers.

Moved up to the Delta,

you are seeing the finest warriors that history can produce.

Come to the 'Raq, and you are seeing the best within the best.

And within that final elite group, they all tied for second place

because you, my friend, are a step ahead.

I want you to know you did real good down there.

But from a command standpoint, we cannot use you.

You take risk. Going in without your gun drawn. Stupid.

There's no need for a lone wolf who pulls his unit into a hot situation.

You need to trust the man next to you, exist within...

Exist within the command structure. Yeah, I hear it every time.

Then write it down, Russo. Write it on your eyelids.

You think it's boring hearing this, it is boring saying it.

You point, I fetch. That's my job, but...

That's all you want, fine.

Chopper's here. Let's move out.

Hi, Jim. Thanks for coming on such short notice.

Yes, sir.

Have a seat. Thank you, sir.

I hate rescue operations.

To rescue somebody means the machine broke down,

and I don't like the other team calling my plays.

And, thanks to you, we have their playbook.

Because of that, Allied Command sent me a rainmaker.

WMDs, nuclear, biological, chemical.

Target the source, stop distribution.

Your Iraqi raid exposed a network that is hell bent on acquiring these weapons.

Key money men, factory locations,

most of which were in Europe, but there is one in our neighborhood.

Four hundred miles to the north,

the Belzan Forest in southern Russia,

specifically the Chechen Republic.

The Belzan Forest is impenetrable, not even the Russians will touch it.

Locals believe it is a mythical beast, easily woken.

This is Katya Zemanova. Counter-terrorism, psyops, tactics.

Dr. Benton Walsh. He was one of ours.

Employed by the Army for medical research,

but when the President cut stem cell funding, the Army let him go.

Now he's a fugitive.

What? Wait a minute, she's on... She's on our side?

She's Agency.

I've been tracking the doctor for a year through former Soviet states.

His science is weapons grade, but he needs a sponsor.

On the hard drive you recovered were references to a WMD doctor.

Coordinates are inside the Belzan Forest.

The Chechen rebels are begging to fund anyone

who can give them an ultimate weapon.

Drop a daisy cutter on that number and problem solved.

We can't bomb Russian territory.

A Russian Spetsnaz team has been sent into the area,

we need to extract the doctor before they do.

His research is too valuable in anyone's hands but our own.

You're gonna need good men in great numbers.

Quiet and small.

Keep the winning percentage high. One team, your Deltas.

Ms. Zemanova will accompany as an advisor.

Permission to speak candidly, sir?

It's denied,

but you are the commander of this operation.

Bring this one home, Jim.

Bearcat One, Bearcat One. Who is it?

Didn't get a clear look.

Could be Keating. Not 100% on that.

Yeah, that's Keating.

Total FUBAR.

Ten-four, sir, are we go with Plan B?

It's a go.

What? Whoa!

We got to put you on a liquid diet, man.

Can't have you dropping bombs like...

Russo. Man, I'm sorry. My bad.

Downey, hey, Russo, stand down.

Russo, stand down. Downey, stand down.

Nice shot.

Russo, go have that checked with the medic.

Yes, sir.

I have noticed between missions

that activity in this camp resembles a Thai shore leave.

Shore leave are for sailors, soldiers.

Downey, you know how I feel about sailors in my army.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna give you a bit of advice, Mr. Popularity,

you will never be a leader rebuilding latrines,

so why don't you just pick three of these sailors to help you.

Yes, sir.

Ten-hut.

Be seated.

Where's Downey?

Work duty, sir. Again?

Yes, sir.

Who's the civilian?

Katya Zemanova, direct from Langley. She'll be non-combatant.

Russo, combatant.

Our medic, Lieutenant O'Neal, and my RTO.

Name's Candell, ma'am. You can call me Can Do.

Right. And my right hand, my LTC.

Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

All right, the Belzan Forest.

Heavy cloud coverage makes satellite imaging impossible.

Thermals found a hot spot. This'll be our target.

Expect unpredictable weather changes.

Tomorrow, 0830, fast-rope insertion into the LZ,

two clicks by foot to the forest.

Expect RPGs and heavy resistance.

When you step inside the Belzan,

know that you are entering a completely unknown, hostile environment.

Dense foliage, open pockets, a river, the rest is rumor.

It's bigger than New York City, and more dangerous.

Our target is the doctor.

Straightforward extraction, keep him alive. All other hostiles eliminated.

Outline transit will be a stolen Russian Mi-8.

Extraction point will be the southern tip down here.

This is a town that survived the first Chechen war.

It was abandoned mysteriously one year ago.

The Russians used it as a staging area, so will we.

Sir? Who are we shooting at?

Chances are Chechen rebels have set up camp.

They'll do anything to protect the doctor,

but we've also got a Russian Spetsnaz team in the same theater,

so rules of engagement apply. This is not a fantasy league or video game.

We will not run what-if scenarios with Russia's elite.

Yeah, I'm talking to you, Russo.

Sir, you gotta admit, Delta Versus Spetsnaz, that's a pretty cool video game.

Can it.

Anything you want to add?

Rebels normally run in 10 man cadres,

but expect more spread out force in the forest.

Count on them to fight, and keep fighting, even after they've stopped breathing.

Look for pulled pins and trip wires on bodies.

Your death is their glory.

And on that, dismissed.

Colonel, so we're clear, not only am I bringing a weapon on this mission,

I'm also trained to use it.

I can take the safety off and everything.

Understood.

And for the record, I've never been to Langley.

And I'm not from any farm. I trained in the field.

With all due disrespect, did we run out of Americans?

Because if we did, I'm sure there's a few British chicks that can do the job.

I was born in Russia, but I am also an American citizen.

I'm well versed in constitutional law.

And on the Fourth of July, I like to blow things up.

Is that Yankee Doodle Dandy enough for you, Colonel?

You think they have gone?

Why would they stay?

You get the ammo, I will protect you.

I have position. You go.

You cannot shoot.

I shoot the same as you. You run faster.

That's because you are fat.

I am not fat!

You are fat!

You ate all your food already.

I will shoot you right here.

Okay, I'll go.

Why would they stay, right?

But next time, no shortcuts.

Dmitri?

- Yeah. - Did you get him?

Yes, sir, double tap.

All right, well, here's your radio, cowboy, fully juiced.

Thank you, sir.