Beyond Valkyrie: Dawn of the 4th Reich Page #2

- CLARENCE:
Aye-aye.

[SHOUTS]

[MAN SHOUTS IN GERMAN]

[BOTH GRUNT]

[FIGHTING SOUNDS]

[PANTING]

Thanks, England.

We're lucky you didn't shoot, Sites.

We'd have had Nazis

swarming all over us down here.

I'll start digging.

I'll take watch.

My best guess is we had about ten minutes

of flight time left to the drop zone.

Find me some landmarks,

a location, something.

- Tell me where the hell we are.

- Captain, I'm not supposed to be here.

- Well, we gotta make due.

- Captain, I'm Private First Class.

I barely know how to shoot.

I only completed basic training.

Before the war, I'd never killed a man.

First time for everything.

Come on. Let's find the others.

[INDISTINCT ARGUING]

Where was that?

Not far.

Let's move.

[CLICKS ONCE]

[TWO CLICKS RETURNED]

- EVAN:
Okay. It's them.

- Where the f*** are we?

Sites, get on the radio.

Go to London. Tell them our situation.

I think we're about

54 miles north of the DZ.

Puts us in a forest outside of Wilcze.

You know how to use this, right?

I've only ever shot a target, sir.

Whatever starts shooting at you,

that's your new target.

It's like being on the diamond.

Just throw strikes.

What's that?

That's you, right?

You used to play in the Majors?

Yeah, but that was a long time ago,

and just for a little bit.

Just like he said,

it's your new strike zone.

Aim for the center of the chest. You got

a better opportunity to hit the target.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Captain, this seems damaged.

- Nothing but static.

- We gotta fix it, buddy.

Crash site's gotta be this way.

Let's move.

Hey, Clarence, put this on.

EVAN:
We gotta get there

before the Germans do.

Let's pray there's something

we can salvage.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Oh, sh*t. So much for salvaging our gear.

Well, we'll just have to make

the rendezvous with what we've got.

My guess is we're two days,

day and a half, to Koronowo if we hustle.

We'll be late, but we'll get there.

Whatever gear you got left,

make sure it's secure.

Nothing rattles, nothing shines.

We've got a hell of a long walk,

gentlemen.

REINHARDT:
Yes?

- Sir.

- What is it?

Captain Blackburn's plane, sir.

It hasn't returned.

- Radio contact?

- Not since it entered Prussian airspace.

We received reports

of significant flak fire.

Russian field commanders

to the east confirmed.

It doesn't sound promising.

Any word from von Konig's people?

No.

Well.

Well...

No. I'm betting that Blackburn's

got a nose on him.

If they made it off the plane,

he's gonna find a way.

He is a tough cookie.

Sergeant, when there's no plan "B",

well, that leaves you with just hope.

Eyes on the stars. Understand?

- Yes, sir.

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