Black Site Delta Page #3

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There is a classified long range

drone program here.

Why should we trust you? You're a

goddamn criminal like the rest of us.

I worked for a terrorist

hit squadron, ok?

They ordered me to bomb a children's

birthday party a terrorist was attending.

I refused the order, so they decided

to make an example out of me.

Yes. I knew it.

I knew I'd get

your story eventually.

One of those drones is fitted

with a 50 megaton nuclear bomb.

It's in the air 24/7.

The control of that drone

is in that building.

So they're about to have

control of a nuclear bomb.

That's what I'm saying.

Wait, but the power's out.

All critical systems

have backup generators.

Oh, f*** this.

Where is everybody?

Why aren't they

fighting these guys?

They're decommissioning

the base.

It's running on a skeleton crew.

All right, but they have to

have some sort of backup plan.

There is a quick response force.

Well great!

Let them deal with it!

But we are in

the middle of nowhere.

They're at least two hours away.

Look, if we can pull this off,

I guarantee every one of us

will get a pardon.

I'm in.

I'll help.

When this is over,

I'm going back here.

What?

Some of us deserve to be here

for what we did.

You're loco, ese.

For a full pardon,

you're goddamn right I'm in.

Can I be in?

I'm in.

I can be in, right?

What about you?

My daughter is waiting for me.

We get through this,

you won't have to raise her

like a fugitive.

All right,

I'm in.

Yes!

This is awesome.

Ok, what do we do now?

Sh*t.

What's wrong?

Two of them 25 meters away.

Can I see?

Shut up and stay low.

Freeze!

We've got something.

Bravo out.

Go, go, go!

Delta to six,

we've got three men down, over.

Find who's ever responsible.

No survivors!!

Copy, six; Delta out.

All right, we need to split up.

Don't shoot!

Get the f*** outta there.

Please don't shoot.

I, I was just scared.

F*** outta there! Let's go!

Who the f*** are you?

Please.

Get out.

Answer the f***ing question!

Hey.

Jesus.

Ho...

Big boy.

You're a big son of a b*tch,

ain't you?

You want some, don't you?

I can tell.

You wanna do this right.

Do it right, big boy,

come on, yeah!

There ya go.

Oh, damn!

Damn you're

a big son of a b*tch.

Yeah, throw those,

throw those fists.

Throw it, throw it, big boy,

you're big, big!

Big and f***ing dumb.

Take this.

No, I don't really want to.

Take it. You might need it.

Safety is here.

Do not flip it

until you need it.

If you see a bad guy,

you point and shoot, ok?

Ok.

Don't do that.

You'll shoot your dick off.

Foxtrot, this is six,

report, over.

Foxtrot, this is six.

Report. Over.

This is six.

I say, again, do you read me?

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