Seal Team Eight: Behind Enemy Lines Page #6

Just trying to protect

what's left of his village.

Hey, kid.

Kid, come here.

Look. Shake my hand.

Come on.

Come on.

Put that down.

Shake my hand.

Hey.

Hey.

You all right?

For the last week, the villagers

saw a convoy of trucks...

coming through the pass every

morning about an hour after sunup.

- Convoy comes every day?

- Every day.

You're thinking

about hitching a ride?

Fighting isn't the only

thing we're good at.

Hey, Bubba.

Sir.

Come here.

All right.

I got good news

and really good news.

Good news is you boys have

exactly one hour to cop some Z's.

Think of it

as a mini vacation.

And the really

good news?

Then we're gonna breach

a moving convoy...

loaded with Tonga's troops.

You're welcome.

Goddamn.

Damn.

That's real good news.

He's due.

F*** him. I'm due.

Know what Dan

would have said.

All right. I better help the new guy

with the truck. He'll probably f*** it up.

F***ing will.

How'd you learn

to shoot like that?

When I was 12, I pretended I was a

boy and joined the army in Kinshasa.

It was during the civil war, so there was no training, no physicals

- nothing.

They just took you straight to the

battlefield with your own clothes.

When they discovered I was a girl

I was already leading a unit...

so they kept me.

No. I don't buy it.

What? Why?

It's hard to believe you could

ever have been mistaken for a boy.

So you said fighting wasn't

the only thing you were good at?

It isn't.

Come here.

- So what's the M.O., sir?

- Give me a minute.

Just trying to put

all the pieces together.

Thinking we do

the Korengal valley thing.

Which one?

First one.

I remember.

That got f***ed up, right?

Yeah, but it was

a better plan.

And I don't see any goat

herders around here, do you?

All right.

First one it is.

So what are we doing?

How complicated is this?

Extremely. Look.

- The truck stops there, right?

- Uh-huh.

We get on.

Okay.

Get down. You, you, you!

Go, go, go! Now!

- Go. Go.

- Get in there. Get in there. Quick.

Get on the floor.

Get on the ground.

Okay.

Everyone in position.

One, two, three.

Let's go.

We need to assume...

some of the operators

are still viable.

Rescue protocol should

give me at least one robot-

start clearing some of the

bad guys out of the area...

give who is ever

left out there...

some sort of

sporting chance.

Yes, sir. I'm on it. Thank you, Collins.

Never assume

the worst, Parker.

Never.

Sir.

Even if it is true.

I'm the new general in charge

here, so hurry up. Move it.

Faster, faster.

Faster, faster.

Faster, faster.

How long do we have

until this rat trap stops?

Forty-five minutes,

an hour at the most.

Carb up, fellas. There might be

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