13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi Page #2

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We met training

SEALs at Coronado.

How do you get them to balance

that beach ball on their nose?

It's tough.

So we got three ex-Marines

here and one ex-Army retard

who likes to rub

his dick on things.

Kris Paronto.

Call me Tanto.

Hey, man. I'm Tig.

Tig's been here the longest, so he'll

get you up to speed on the area.

This is Boon. Scout

Sniper, Zen Master,

holder of Tanto's leash.

Welcome to Club Med.

So it hasn't

rained since June,

it's not gonna rain

again until September.

You're double-bunked. Not

me, because I'm in charge.

The gym sucks,

food's actually good.

And the Base Chief

is kind of a tool.

Well, he's

a dick today.

Maybe he just needs

a new hat.

Don't encourage him.

Come on. He's a guy

with a job to do.

He's playing his string

out, but you talk to him,

Bob did some sh*t

back in the day.

All right, Jack, this

is the whiteboard

that's gonna run your life

for the next 60 days.

I want you to

check it every hour,

because last-minute moves

pop up every minute, such as

we're shotgunning it

in three hours.

Three hours. I'll let you

know when I'm briefed.

This was

a private family compound

owned by a wealthy Libyan who got

out of town after the revolution

and leased it to the CIA.

He was smart.

A little pungent.

A little spy tradecraft.

Who'd expect Americans

to be hiding out

next to a stank-ass

slaughterhouse?

We call it Zombieland.

Building A, B, C, D.

- Hesham!

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

He's a good man. But there's

a few we got our eyes on,

so always

stay strapped.

Damn kids!

This is the bathroom.

This is you.

That's me.

This curtain is meant to discourage

you from spooning with me. So...

Daddy, what do you do when

you go away for work?

Can't you work here?

We could have

a treehouse business.

That sounds amazing.

Then we could

always be together.

You know, the girls don't

need a treehouse, Jack.

They need you.

I just hope that one day, you're

not gonna wake up and realize

you missed the best

part of life.

You contractors

are all married with kids,

yet none of you wear wedding rings.

Why is that?

Our job

is reading people.

So, we can't give

anyone an edge,

especially bad guys

that might use it.

I know you and Tyrone

go way back,

so I'll be frank.

The company thinks you should be here.

I don't.

Truth is, there is

no real threat here.

We won the revolution

for these people.

The more guns

there are here,

the more likely there is

to be a misunderstanding.

This is my last station

before retiring.

I don't need

a misunderstanding.

Is that clear?

Loud and.

These are your credentials,

two weeks per diem.

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