Megan Leavey Page #2

What is that?

You're gonna make me

pee myself. Seriously.

Stop analyzing my puke.

I'm gonna go pee.

Hold on to that.

Megan,

we gotta hurry!

I'll be quick.

-Hey!

-Actually, let's--

- what's going on?

- Just turn around and walk.

-We're good, we're good.

It's all good. It's all good.

-They got her.

Um, I'm almost done.

What's your problem,

leavey?

Master sergeant, I'm sorry--

shut up. Don't mess with me.

It brings out my Irish.

Why are you here

in the marines?

You don't know, do you?

Well, I do.

You think you're

the first entitled brat

with a chip on her shoulder

who's come through

my ranks?

This institution

is for heroes,

not little punks

all screwed up in the head

because

their mommies and daddies

didn't love 'em enough.

But you're in my corps now

and I will not see you

disrespect the men and women

who made the marines great!

Do you understand?

Yes, master sergeant.

One more hiccup

and I'll see you

kicked out of here.

Do you copy me?

Yes, master sergeant.

All right,

you're on emi, sh*t detail,

until further notice.

So get some rest.

You're gonna need it.

Go on, get out of here.

Gunny Martin.

Meet pfc leavey.

She's yours

for the day.

Leavey.

Welcome.

Gross.

Eew.

Ugh!

Yeah, Cindy, I bet you think

that's really funny, huh?

Disgusting.

Who's this?

Rex.

Hey, you handsome boy.

Oh! Sh*t.

Okay!

You done in here?

Uh, almost.

I've got two left.

Good.

We need you outside.

Sit. Sit.

You found it. You found it.

Good boy. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Sit down. Come here.

This guy loves

having his belly rubbed.

What's he sniffing out?

Explosives.

We go in before the convoy,

sniff out ieds,

make sure no one gets hurt.

You guys

on the front lines?

Sometimes we're in front

of the front lines.

Zeus here is a beast.

Aren't ya?

Is he yours?

No, he belongs to the corps.

But he's mine for now.

Hmm.

What are you here for,

training?

No, I'm cleaning out

the kennels for a week.

How do you get to do that?

Leavey!

You up.

I'm up?

Attack!

Get him!

Aah!

Out!

You grab her.

Yeah, I got her.

Hey, Cindy.

Okay, Lance corporal Walters,

you be the handler.

You're still the decoy!

Let's give Cindy a break.

Oh, no, I'm good.

Sucks, huh?

Yeah.

You know, I usually

take the pants off

and keep the top on.

Really?

Dogs know to aim

for the jacket.

Thanks.

Rex, heel.

Heel, Rex.

Oh, sh*t.

Okay, on this one

you approach.

You listen to his spiel

and then start to run, okay?

If Rex attacks,

you call him off.

- Sir, I would like

to see some ID.

Sir, I'm gonna search you,

and if you try to run away

or make any sudden

aggressive moves,

my dog is trained

to attack you.

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