Tank 432

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1

Oh, Jesus!

- Where the f*** have you been?

- Did they see you?

Of course they didn't

f***ing see me.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm hungry. Tired.

- You look like sh*t.

- These f***ing things.

Okay, we have to go.

Alright, go.

Karlsson,

for f***'s sake, hurry up!

Hurry up, Karlsson!

Give me that f***ing needle.

Aah!

Oh, f***!

Go on.

- Nearly there, nearly there.

- Come on. Hurry up!

It's Capper.

Gonna get you some

painkillers in a second.

- Shut your whining.

- Come on, please.

- Who are these people?

- Come on.

What the f***

are they doing here?

Oh.

How many did you see, Reeves?

I just heard them.

Arou..

Around 20, maybe more.

Sounded like

an armored vehicle, too.

Alright, so in short,

we don't want to run into

those f***ers again, eh?

- Ahh.

- How's he doing?

I'm no expert,

looks like he hurt his leg.

Oh, please, hurry up.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What did you see, Capper?

F*** you.

Your f***ing ma.

My money's on the fact

that Evans left his brain

in that forest,

and it was friendly fire.

- Oh, come on. Ah..

- For f***'s sake!

Oh. Argh. F***.

Come on.

Oh, f***.

Think they're going

to follow us?

I think so.

I reckon they're heading north.

Oh, well. Either way,

we can't stay here.

- Karlsson?

- We can't move him far.

- Oh, that's f***ed.

- Stick him.

F***'s sake.

- Okay.

- Take your f***ing medicine.

Aah.

Oh.

F*** it.

F*** it!

Ah, man of the moment, Evans.

Take a knee, son.

Alright, before you get

your head blown off

did you find anything?

Evans, did you find transport?

Evans? Did you find anything?

Jeep, unlocked,

- some building south.

- Great!

Karlsson, Gantz, you've got

what's left of Mr. Capper.

Reeves, you're on point,

Evans, you're our tail gunner.

Go on, take up the rear. Up.

Okay.

- Right.

- I always get the sh*t jobs.

- Reeves, on point now. Go.

- Are you alright, mate?

No, it's my fault.

I froze. I f***ed it. I could

hear them, and I f***ed it.

Shut up, Evans,

get a f***ing shift on.

It's my fault.

Are you ready? Move. Quiet.

God.

F***.

Reeves, what do you see?

It looks like an old farm.

- Any sign of movement?

- It looks pretty deserted.

F*** this gung-ho sh*t.

What do you reckon?

We've got the cargo,

we wait for Reeves

to give us the all-clear.

I found a Jeep.

Reeves? Reeves?

Yeah, I can hear a genny.

- Evans, let's get Capper up.

- I cannot go there.

Evans, you've not had

the best start

to this operation.

Let's not f*** it up anymore.

Now, suck it in, remember your

training, and get on with it.

Well?

He's getting sick, boss.

For f***'s sake.

Right, we'll take that sign

of Reeves as the all-clear.

Gantz? Off you go.

- You, up, up.

- Karlsson, help Evans. Go!

Up. Move. Move.

Reeves, you f***ing rookie.

I remember

my first drink, Reeves.

Wait.

Move. Move.

Get over here, against the wall.

Not as fit

as you used to be, huh?

I'm fine.

Let me have a little look.

No, no, I'm fine.

Let me.

Do not move.

Evans, stick Capper

on the back of the Jeep, eh?

Okay, okay, okay..

Karlsson, any day you're ready.

Don't touch, I'm fine.

- Have you any water?

- Yeah, do you not?

- No. I'm out.

- You drunk it already?

Yeah. Here.

Secure the area, Mr. Gantz.

When you're ready, Karlsson.

Yo, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's rationed.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Karlsson?

Karlsson,

f***ing hurry up, please.

Evans, now you've stuck him

in the back

go and try and start the thing.

Give me another f***in' jab

'cause it's startin'

to wear off.

Do I have to tell you

everything?

I'm gonna give you one more.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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