Behind Enemy Lines: Colombia Page #4

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the assassination of high level officials

of both the FARC

and the Colombian Army.

Holy sh*t.

There's a phone line.

Runs right through the center of town.

- Hold down the fort.

- I gotcha.

Reach out and touch someone.

LT, take cover. Bogey at 2 o'clock.

Spotted it.

Stay down. Stay down. Please.

Go, go, go.

Hey, we got wheels at 12 o'clock. Let's go.

And apparently that was rush hour.

Sir, you got a call here. It's collect.

What?

Hello?

Deep Blue, authenticate.

Sierra Niner Foxtrot Romeo 1-4-7.

Alpha Stingray,

this is Deep Blue authenticating,

countersign Lima 3 Whiskey 1-7.

Stingray, sitrep.

We were engaged.

Say again, we were engaged.

They were waiting for us.

Guerrillas took out

some kind of secret peace talk

between FARC and the Colombian Army.

- I need a secure line to the Ambassador.

- Yes, ma'am.

Take me off speaker. Now.

Stingray, what is your count?

Minus two. One capture.

Sir, these were AFEUR,

Colombian Special Forces.

Stingray, confirm your last.

Minus two. One POW.

Affirm.

Proceed to LZ for emergency exfil.

Negative. We have a location

on our captured asset.

Not going to happen.

We reassess and mission-plan a rescue.

I'm not leaving him behind!

You make sure your ass

is on that chopper.

We'll get our boy back.

We'll do it the right way.

I lost two men!

We lost two men,

and I'm not gonna lose two more.

You hear me, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

Proceed to emergency evac coordinates.

Rendezvous at 1300.

This is Deep Blue, out.

Son of a b*tch!

Get me General Burlings. Son of a b*tch.

- Your call, LT.

- We follow orders.

I knew you were gonna say that.

Let's do it.

What's going on?

Making you a star.

Smile for the camera.

You and your friends made quite a mess.

So who sent you here?

I'm looking for Colombian chicks.

- Commander, we've tasked a sat.

- Good.

Bring up the evac LZ.

Go thermal.

Move your asses.

- Where's Swordfish?

- Swordfish, time to contact?

This is Swordfish, roger that.

Ninety seconds inbound.

Here! Come on!

We got them. We got them.

- We have a problem.

- Not now.

Daisy Forge, say again your last, over.

You are ordered out of Colombian

airspace immediately without pick-up.

What?

But we have them on sight.

They're right here.

- Do not land. Return to base.

- What are you waiting for?

I repeat. Abort. Do not land.

Return to base.

- God damn it.

- Come on!

What the hell is going on?

Why aren't they landing?

They've just been ordered not to.

- From who?

- The Colombian Army.

Commander, we've got vehicles

moving into the area.

LT, we got company.

Turn left! Turn left!

That was close. Yee-haw!

Pedal to the metal, Carter.

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