G.I. Joe: Retaliation Page #2

President may in fact be dead,

but Pakistan remains an ally.

And a sovereign nation.

Was.

Right now, they're a riot with a zip code.

Sir, every minute

we spend debating this,

there are live nuclear warheads

that sit amidst the chaos.

We can't let our enemies

get those warheads first.

(SIGHS) Recommendations?

Go in.

Now.

Wait and see. (SIGHS)

History rewards the bold.

I'm not going to be the man

who waited and saw.

Get me the G.I. Joes.

PILOT:
Star One Flight commander

separating for drop.

DUKE:
All right, listen up!

That nuke cannot have gone far.

Once we have it,

we will disarm it en route to the L.Z.!

We have its location narrowed down

to somewhere in this

missile assembly building.

We'll go in on the roof,

and fan out from there.

Flint, Jaye, if any support is needed,

you'll reinforce

as Roadblock leads the ground team.

Hell, yeah.

Hey, Mouse.

On my first drop

I popped a live round into my mouth.

Keeps your teeth from chattering.

Give it a shot.

- Delicious.

- Attaboy.

Jaye, what are we up against?

Insurgents are armed

with Kalashnikovs,

SVD Dragunovs and Type 50s.

Cold War stuff.

But don't relax, boys,

still put holes in you.

Whoa! What have you got there?

P-dub 381 black Tempest,

just out of the box. Rounds.

Quarter speed, remote controlled.

When did we get these?

We didn't. We did.

Distinguished Marksmen.

- Let me see.

(EXCLAIMS) Don't touch.

Girls with guns.

DUKE:
Approaching target.

Ten-hut! Make ready!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Anyone else missing Snake Eyes?

I trained with Snake for six years.

If he ain't here, he's got good reason.

PILOT:
Arch-Angel, go for drop.

Brother Block, as always,

would you mind leading us

in a few words, please, sir?

In the immortal words of Jay-Z,

(CHUCKLES)

"Whatever deity may guide my life,"

"dear Lord, don't let me die tonight."

"But if I shall, before I wake,"

"I accept my fate."

(MOUTHING)

Hell, yeah?

ALL:
Hell, yeah!

Hell, yeah.

Equipment check!

- Check!

- Check!

(ALL REPEATING)

- Check!

- Check!

- Check!

- Drive it like you stole it!

As your good friend,

you need a new catchphrase.

(CHUCKLES)

- Hoo-ah!

ALL:
- Hoo-ah!

JOE 1:
Alpha, Bravo, radio check.

JOE 2:
Copy.

(MAN SPEAKING IN

FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

JOE 1:
Go in ghost till first contact.

JOE 2:
Three and six on the floor.

JOE 1:
Copy that.

(MAN SPEAKING URDU)

DUKE:
Team two, expect heavy contact.

Bring the rain!

(MEN SHOUTING IN URDU)

JAYE:
Move out!

JOE 3:
Team three headed upstairs.

(MAN SHOUTING IN URDU)

(GRUNTS)

JOE 4:
East hallway, clear.

(GRUNTING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

ROADBLOCK:
Level 2 secure.

Moving to level 3.

(MEN SHOUTING IN URDU)

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