Primitive War

Tully Oscar, tully Oscar, snakebite, how copy?

Over.

Tully Oscar, tully Oscar, snakebite, how copy?

Over.

Tully Oscar, tully Oscar, snakebite, how copy?

Over.

Tully Oscar, six, give me the latest.

Six, snakebite.

Missions of us, four down hard.

Requesting emergency extract from strike to hold.

Six, the advice.

We can not continue the mission.

We are adapted to two.

I say it again, we are adapted to two with that...

You two, I want you both up on that ridge ASAP.

We're looking for a Major Wallace.

That'd be me.

It's the new fuckers.

You're gonna tell me where the rest of your stash is, huh?

The Wallace.

S-2, first field force.

You guys must be the field reps I was told to expect.

So where is it, Major Wallace?

Guess what I thought I'd seen at home.

Follow me.

You guys are what, court, M-A-C-V, SOG, C-I-A?

We need to know, Major.

Right.

And I clearly don't need to know.

You told me you'd have to.

That's the drill.

Sergeant Jensen, would you please get this kid

a lollipop or a shot of morphine or something?

My sight from the sun.

Fire is your problem.

I told you, I don't understand the fucking world.

You say...

She said a demon took her husband.

A feathered demon.

That's what I heard.

You speak Gook?

A little.

Comes to the territory.

Yeah.

We can have that territory.

Jumps over here.

Same barrels, Russian markets.

You.

What are they for?

I need to know about that.

My men are out here, Major, and so are you.

Charlie Oscar, Rampage, how copy?

You need to talk to the six.

Rampage, Charlie Oscar, six.

What do you got?

One truck, ten barrels, only seven markets.

Measure 3.46 on a counter.

Honest hell.

The NBA driver is showing early symptoms of a radiation poison.

This message number five says we're starting to track.

Any further word on snakebites?

Negative.

We over put both last knowns.

Nothing but bush and more bush.

All right.

Big Army is going to come in and extract all those civilians.

You just stay tight, lock it down, and stand by.

We're close.

I think we can pick up snakebites.

Negative.

That is too much of a risk out there.

We are ass-deep in alligator right now, okay?

We're just going to mark our time until I figure this thing out, all right?

Charlie Oscar, six, out.

What's the latest on Vulture?

We're going to mark our time.

Got a visual.

We're going to do it.

All right.

Total climb.

11 o'clock, left height.

Relax.

Squeeze.

He's toast, man.

Breathe.

Relax.

Vulture, session.

Clean house here, man.

We're good to go.

Done.

All right.

Just give me a second, okay?

You're good.

Son of a bitch.

Cover him.

Leon.

Hang in there.

We got you.

We got you.

We got you.

Vulture, overwatch.

Two framleys in the north side perimeter.

Call the parents and then join us.

Watch out!

Sergeant, find anything?

We checked all the other huts.

No joy.

Looks like these two are all we got again.

Take it.

We'll get you out of here, fellas.

Get you back to your families.

Too late.

Fuck.

Shit, man.

You're bleeding.

Oh, shit.

Focus and T-bomb to everyone.

You're going to sue your favorite officer, man.

And the rest of you are the crew from Vulture Squad.

Look after him.

Cheers and beers, boys.

We earned it.

Sergeant Vulture, look at the rest of that C-Faker.

Yeah, you found him.

You ordered, Sergeant.

Supposed to get you and your guys loaded into the QE.

No, no, no, no.

He fucked over at this.

Some colonel named it Jericho.

Oh, I know, Sergeant.

We're not getting any beer.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Who the fuck is Jericho?

Easy.

Your recon looked like a sack of hammered assholes.

Where's Baker?

What are you doing here?

More importantly, what are we doing here?

Because we all made some poor life choices, Baker.

The old man would love to discuss the consequences with you.

No rest for the weary.

Miller.

Get that arm checked out.

I'm good, Sergeant.

I ain't asking.

Hey.

Sir.

I heard you got to.

Nice work, Baker.

Yeah, it's no bad for a sorry-ass lurk team.

When you gotta remember, I'll let you choose that team that degenerates and fuck up.

So, you know, maybe you were right after all.

You gotta be a lunatic if you don't be a vulture.

Well, maybe so, but I'll tell you something.

Let's see what you guys think of this next mission.

Sir.

Have a seat, everybody.

Smoke him if you got him.

Here he is, Razor.

Here we go, you hungry there, Razor?

Oh, man, I bet you are.

You deserve it.

I got so much respect for this guy.

You know why?

Because he doesn't beg like a little fucking dog.

He's an apex predator, top of the food chain.

Took on a whole platoon of my men, and it

wasn't even scared, and I was sitting in there.

He's all chained up, and he's waiting for an alpha male to feed him.

And so it goes.

R.T.

Vulture.

Man, you did one shit-hot job on that POW snatch.

Brought two live ones back.

We ain't seen that yet, this side of the Z.

By the way, you managed to do it without even pissing me off.

First time for everything, Kermit.

Yeah, nothing succeeds like success.

Y'all ready for your next kick-ass mission?

Bring it on, Colonel.

R.T.

Vulture needs is an indig rucksack and half a shoulder to carry on.

Maybe bring it on after a night's sleep, Colonel.

You got it.

Zero, Dr. 30.

We're going to drop you in right here.

Three days ago, we sent a mic team in here, ODA 225 at Van Yet.

They were sent over here to investigate some heavy lift transport, some new

construction bunkers and that sort of shit.

Green beanies get lost in all that bush, huh?

They did not get lost.

Radio fucking silence, and we could see nothing from the air.

There is something going on out there in that valley.

Y'all are nervous, right?

Reconnaissance is your fucking business.

Let's get after it.

What's the end game, Colonel?

Assuming we find them, when we round them up, call for extraction.

That is negative.

I need you to find them, identify them, call it in.