Battledogs Page #2

---

in after every game,

slap us on the back and say,

"We'll get 'em next time."

Next year,

in came this real mean son of a b*tch,

kicked our ass every day,

and you know what happened?

No, sir.

We won the state title.

You see, that coach understood

the need for discipline.

We're not talking

about football players here.

They're casualties,

236 of them,

another 150 in body bags.

I'm highly aware of that, sir.

And are you aware

of the capabilities

of these creatures?

Yes, but...

You know if one of them

bites you in the arm,

puts the saliva in you,

you end up here.

If it happens

to tear out your throat

or chomp down on an artery,

you end up in the ground.

I regret having to infringe on

their civil liberties. I do,

but our duty is

to defend this nation

and our citizens

from all threats.

And that is exactly

my point, sir.

The calmer we keep them,

the better it is for everybody.

I'll be sure to brief my men

on the proper

security procedures.

That's my job.

And you concentrate

on your job,

fluffing pillows and

changing bedpans.

Yes, sir, and I'm also heading

up the CDC search for a cure,

and I'm reporting

directly to the President...

You can oversee all you like.

Just remember

your rank here, Major.

Heh.

Relax, Hoffman.

We're in this together.

I'd like to start

with the airport, sir.

If we're lucky,

perhaps some of the surveillance cameras

picked up the first...

Report.

Falcons, come in.

Where'd it go?

All right. There's no bullets

unless it's completely necessary.

Remember they're human beings.

Man, how'd this happen?

Oh, my God.

Sweet Jesus.

That's enough, Colonel.

I said that's enough!

That is a human being,

remember?

That man just killed four people.

Remember that, Major.

I... I couldn't help...

You know, I should...

I should report you.

Colonel Falcons, come in.

Falcons here.

Tell me you got it.

We got it.

Good man.

Bring it downstairs.

Right away.

You killed four of my men, Mr. Hammond.

Who's there?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to kill 'em.

I understand.

Don't like it,

but I understand.

Self-preservation,

the instinct of every

living organism on Earth.

A computer,

on the other hand,

lacks instinct,

and yet we rely on them

to fight our wars.

My point is we depend

too much on technology.

Human error can be

just as dangerous, sir.

Oh, don't get me wrong,

Falcons.

There's a time and place

for machines,

but at the end of the day,

it's boots on the ground

that win wars.

What do you want from me?

I want you to serve

your country, son.

Bring him in.

W-What in the hell

is going on in here?

Let's see how tough you are.

Administer the serum.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes