Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA Page #4

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move out. Get out of the way.

What is that in the water?

but it appears there's something...

to determine exactly what this is.

It's like shadowy figures.

I can make out maybe eight figures.

- What the hell is that?|- Holy sh*t!

- Look at that!|- Stavs, you see that?

needs to get out of here right now.

I'm gonna head back now.

Oh, my God!

Go! Let's go. Go, go!

Corporal Grayston and Corporal lmlay|are both expert marksmen...

...as well as|strong fire team leaders.

We also have PFC Lenihan,|who is our second best marksman...

- just behind Lance Corporal Guerrero.|- What's your take on this, Specs?

I don't know. Extraterrestrial?

- Do you mean like from space?|- No, Imlay.

- From Canada.|- Always got jokes, don't you, Stav?

All right, first squad, line it up.|Bring it in. Let's go!

As you may have heard already...

...Staff Sergeant Nantz will be|taking over for Staff Sergeant Beck.

We're lucky to have him aboard.

All right.|Here's the situation, Marines.

We're facing an unknown enemy.

We don't know how strong their|force is or what they're capable of.

But one thing we do know|is that we're fighting for our land...

...our families, our home|and our country, goddamn it!

Whatever those things are, let's show|them how Marines fight. Retreat...

- Hell!|- Two-Five!

- Retreat, hell!|- Let's form it up, let's go!

First in, last out, Marines!

Breathe, Lenihan. Breathe.|Your training will kick in.

Thank you, staff sergeant!

Got something to get off|your chest, corporal?

No, it's cool, staff sergeant.

You got a silver star, my brother|came home in a box. I get it.

Standby for sitrep.

beyond the beach.

Aliens? That's not possible, right?

We'll know soon enough, brother.

Company beyond the defensive line...

It's in case his head gets blown off,|so they can identify his body.

heavy assault weapons.

to high-explosive rounds.

Hey, staff sergeant! Promise me|you won't let me be taken alive...

...by some godless predator|from another world, staff sergeant?

No promises in combat.

Stop screwing around|and keep your head in it!

Their strategies are coordinated.

combat intelligence.

fast enough.

fast enough.

friendlies behind enemy lines.

Semper Fi, 1-7 Actual, out.

You gotta take me to|dinner first, baby.

Boys, hold on to something.|Things are about to get rough.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Out! Go!

Move, move, move!

Form it up!

- What do we got, sir?|- All right, situation is as follows:

Most of Santa Monica's|been cleared of civilians.

We got a defensive line at Lincoln|Boulevard a mile from the ocean.

Air Force has got Warthogs|and B-52s on deck.

At 1930 hours, they will pound the|entire area from Lincoln to the ocean.

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