Second in Command Page #2

As the capital falls into anarchy...

the rioters have cut the President off

from both his military and police.

Amirev needs his army who are reportedly

hours away in the mountains.

- Yes, Comrade.

- Shoot.

Yes, sir.

- Where did that come from?

- One of the Palace Guards has opened fire.

- You getting any of this?

- Yeah, all of it.

They're storming the palace.

"Our palace guards have opened fire

Mr. President."

"On my own people?

Who gave such an order?"

"They are jumpy sir.

It's understandable."

"My army could restore order immediately,

yet they are still hours away."

"But sir, we've lost contact

with General Borgov."

"The airport is open.

I have organized a plane for you."

"A plane?

When all other options are closed?"

"Why does so obvious an escape

remain open to me?"

"Have Captain Servat come in."

"You must leave now, sir."

"Put my Chief of Staff under arrest."

"Mr. President?"

"I don't need his advice any longer."

"Mr. President!"

Ambassador Norland, please.

The militia are clearly encouraging

the people to press forward.

How many marines do we have?

How many people do we have to protect?

Officially an Embassy staff of 27.

Plus 42 other US nationals in the city,

mostly oil and telecom engineers.

Marine Embassy Guard detachment of 15.

Fifteen? That's it?

This was not considered

a hazardous duty station.

- Look outside, Mr. Gaines.

- I know.

That was President Amirev.

Communists are storming

the Presidential Palace.

- And?

- He wants our help.

So, tell him people in hell want ice cubes.

How many weapons and transport

do we have?

Whoa, hold on a second there, B.C.

I see where you're going with this.

It's not going to happen.

Sir, the Secretary of State

would have our asses.

If we're gonna do something,

we're better to move now.

- Yeah, yeah, well, with all due respect...

- Hear him out, Gaines.

Those marines see any action?

Gunny, Butler, and Zanger

all spent a tour in Iraq.

Works for me. Get me in, I'll get him out.

Do it.

Follow me.

Sam.

Since we still haven't replaced

my former deputy...

I'm appointing you

to temporarily fill the slot.

You're my new second-in-command.

Less protesters back here.

- It's fully loaded, sir.

- Thank you.

Pull up here,

I should be able to go this way.

Service entrance to the palace.

Sh*t, those Palace Guards

look like they've got their hands full.

Make sure they keep holding.

There's Sam.

You're the gentleman

who will assist my travel?

Yes, sir. Where is your driver?

Follow me.

Sam, we've got a problem.

Mobs coming through. They're storming

through the service office door.

Switching to Plan "B."

Follow me.

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