Sand Castle Page #2

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Go get it, boy.

-Hey, Burton.

-Yeah?

[Chutsky] Give me some smoke!

Hey, hey, hey,

but don't bum-rush the guy, okay?

Command does not want us

destroying a mosque.

-It's gonna be a bad PR problem.

-F***in' liberals.

I don't think it's coming from the mosque.

I saw muzzle flashes behind it.

-What building?

-[Panting]

[Bullets whirring]

I, uh... I think he's in the hotel.

Hotel. I'm gonna take the kid.

-[Harper] All right, ocre.

-Hey, Burton!

-[Harper] Go on, point it out!

-Rockin' and rollin'. You ready?

-Let's go. Follow me, ocre!

-[Matt] Moving.

[Chutsky] Oh! Sh*t!

F***! Sh*t. F*** me!

[Gunfire continues]

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

[Kidwell] All right, all right!

Where's the co?

-Co!

-[Chutsky] Right here, sergeant!

[Kidwell] Co! Get over here!

[Chutsky] All right, private here knows

where the fire's coming from.

-[Kidwell] Where's it coming from?

-He's thinking the hotel.

[Matt panting] He's in the hotel.

[Kidwell] Alpha, follow him.

Bravo, with me.

All right, on me!

[Chutsky] Ocre!

[Soldier] You got it.

Move.

Move.

Set.

Move, move, move, move, move, move, move!

-[Muffled gunshot]

-Ah! [Groaning]

[Chutsky] Contact! Contact!

Southeast building.

Ocre, cover fire!

Out the window.

-[Gunfire]

-Guys, get the f*** up the stairs!

All right.

Ocre, cover fire.

I got ya. I got ya.

Oh, you're good.

-[Soldier grunts]

-You're good. You're good.

Just quit your bellyaching. You're fine.

Just a little gun wound.

All right, help me out here.

Help me out. God damn.

-[Matt] He okay?

-F***in' do something.

Yeah, we're fine.

We're fine.

-All right, ocre, you're with me.

-Yeah.

You, follow me.

[Soldier groaning]

[Bullet whirring]

[Chutsky] Whoo! Ah.

[Chuckles] Call it in.

[Breathing heavily]

Noble lion, this is eagle one.

Do you copy?

[Officer on radio] Go ahead, eagle one.

Sniper fire is not coming from the mosque.

I repeat, not the mosque.

It is confirmed from the hotel.

It is, uh, 260 degrees and...

What is it, about 100 meters

from the mosque?

Hundred and fifty.

And 150 meters from the mosque. Over.

Do you have a floor number,

eagle one? Over.

Wait, one...

Yo, they want a f***ing floor number.

Floor number?

Do they want a room number, too?

Is this motherf***er

ordering room service?

[Matt breathing heavily]

Get the f*** up top.

Get 'em a f***in' floor number.

[Grunting] God damn.

-And watch your head.

-Yeah.

[Gunfire]

[Chutsky] Sh*t. Whoo!

[Laughs]

Yeah. Third floor, southeast corner.

-You say third floor, southeast corner?

-Yeah.

F***.

[Bullets whirring]

F*** that!

Noble lion, this is eagle two.

[Panting]

Sniper fire is too heavy.

I'm suggesting an air strike. Over.

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