Renegades

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I repeat, we now have clearance

for alternative extraction, over.

Are you kidding me?

You're little late, boys.

FORWARD OPERATING BASE,

BOSNIA-HERZEGOVINA

Do you have any idea the

shit storm you've created.

The people I have had to explain this to.

- I believe I do, Sir.

- Who asked you?

And no, you do not, Barnes!

Because you don't have two

ounces of gray matter

bouncing around inside that

hollow metal on top of your shoulder.

Okay, sir.

Your orders, were to get in,

secure the package, deliver

it without a footprint,

like we were never there!

And what we get?

A soviet era tank running roughshod

over half the goddamn city of Sarajevo,

Dead Serbs in its wake.

And a highly uncomfortable conversation

between myself...

and the Under Secretary of the

Joint Chief of staff.

Sir, we were compromised.

So, in order to protect my team and

complete the op, we had to adapt.

And you thought driving a goddamn tank

over half of Sarajevo was the answer?

Yes, sir, I did.

You're all on leave.

Three days.

During which time command will decide

whether to flay your asses in public,

for all the world to see,

or maybe just do it here,

privately,

so only we get to enjoy it.

Dismissed.

Wait.

Almost forgot.

There's four more.

FYI, I will be having quite the

turse conversation with 22 SAS.

Enjoy that with utmost discretion.

Dismissed.

Goddamn tank!

Anyone for another drink?

Cause I...

Buy it.

Well, this round's on me.

Cause I wanna say something.

You are not gonna hear a word I'm saying.

Cause I can't hear myself.

Boys!

Shut up!

Now you shut up?

JP, privacy.

After that trick,

I got to say...

Boys, here is to the

success of that mission.

And here's to the success

of many more.

I couldn't ask for more

from any of you boys.

To The team!

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