13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi Page #4

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move on the Syrian market.

We got to go.

So, that's why we really

need your shipping support.

Sorry to rush off.

Babysitter.

I'm so sorry,

but we will be in touch.

Sorry again.

Let's go.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go. Get in.

Don't you ever handle

me like that again!

Who the f*** do

you think you are?

You never get out

of the car, ever!

You just f***ing

blew that meet.

Picked up a tail.

See the green van?

That's your tail.

Shake and bake!

Green van behind you.

We're on it.

Make a left,

then another left.

This is my second war tour! I

know what I'm f***ing doing.

Well, this is my 12th.

If they got pictures of us,

then we need to get them.

I would love to,

but that's not our job.

"Protect, not engage."

The Chief's orders.

Got 'em right behind.

Get out of

the f***ing road!

- Careful.

- Rone, coming up on your left!

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Switch sides.

He's on you tight, man.

He's getting aggressive.

Yeah. I see him.

I see him.

Jack, if he gets

too close, drop him.

Watch out!

I might not have

gone to Harvard,

but I'm pretty

sure that was a tail.

Hey, guys.

- Hi, Daddy!

- Hi, Daddy!

Hey! Good to see you.

Guys, guys, take a look.

Meet my new friend.

- Isn't he cool?

- Ew. It's gross!

He is a grand master

at catching flies.

All day, he just sits here

and grabs one at a time.

Are you gonna shave

your beard, Daddy?

Well, depends on

what Mommy thinks.

Beck,

what do you think?

Very handsome.

How's kindergarten, Em?

Today is my turn

to feed Winston.

Very cool, very cool.

Who is Winston?

He's the

class goldfish!

Mommy says I can bring

him home one weekend.

Be nice to have a man

around the house?

Okay.

Can we

go play now?

GRS meet in the team room.

Is everything okay?

Babe, I think I got to go.

Was that Ty?

It's just a muster call.

It's probably nothing.

- Okay.

- Sorry.

Just tell the girls I say

I love them, all right?

I'll call you tomorrow.

I love you. Bye.

Silva! You're f***ing late!

As usual.

Glen Doherty.

What's up, brother?

Rone said you were in Tripoli.

What's the occasion?

Ambassador Chris Stevens

is coming in from Tripoli

Monday morning.

Well,

you'll be home.

Not anymore.

Three of us extended.

The Ambassador is staying at

the Special Mission Compound

at his own insistence.

I know.

I know it's a problem.

And here's the thing.

The Ambassador isn't some

dilettante political appointee.

He's the real deal.

A true believer.

He's there to win

hearts and minds.

Now, he can't

very well do that

operating out of

a classified facility

that doesn't

officially exist.

If he's racking at the consulate

with his State detail,

then what f*** does this

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