Monster Hunter

jmg subs

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Falcon Main, this is Bravo Team.

Falcon Main, this is Bravo Team. Do you copy?

Storm incoming. Zero visibility.

Request immediate support.

Falcon Main, something's in here with us.

Send immediate support.

Falcon Main, this is Bravo Team.

Send immediate support.

Ma'am.

- Ma'am. - Marshall.

Link found something half a klick ahead.

- Bravo Team? - Think so.

Axe.

- With Steeler. Man the 50. Yes, boss.

All right, ladies. Saddle up.

She's a woman, but she still manages

to make that sound like an insult.

- Get used to it. -

Captain. You see those markers?

Yeah, I see them.

Do you have any idea what they are?

Sergeant Davis, I'm a Ranger, not an archeologist.

Copy that.

Well, in North Carolina

Way back in the hills...

- Axe! - What?

- What are you listening to? - George Jones.

Who the hell's that?

You're a philistine, Steeler.

Yes. Yes, I am.

Damn, Marshall. You got hella reflexes.

Fifteenth casualty today.

- Killing them. - Take no prisoners, Davis.

He brewed white lightnin' Till the sun went down

And then you'd fill him a jug And he'd pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasin' Pappy's corn squeezin'

Ssh, white lightnin'

- Link, what'd you find? - It's definitely Bravo Team.

But the tracks end here.

What were Bravo Team traveling in?

Up-armored Humvee and a M-ATV.

That's 10 tons of armored vehicle.

They don't just disappear.

Boss, we've got something.

Incoming. On your 12.

- Where did that come from? - Out of nowhere.

Bravo Team reported a storm in their last transmission.

- Hostiles using it for cover? - An ambush. Like in Helmand?

Let's not find out.

REDCON-1. If there are hostiles hiding behind that storm,

things might get kinetic.

Copy that.

Marshall, what are you doing, bro?

In case I get my head blown off, they can still tell who I am.

Ha-ha-ha! Hardcore shit, cabrón.

- - Damn!

Goddamn, that shit's close!

Link, you ever seen lightning like this before?

No. Never.

But I feel pretty secure here in this big steel box,

holding my metal gun.

Dash, on your 12! Look at those markers!

What the hell is that?

- Watch out! - Damn it!

Brace yourselves!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]

- Shit!

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Where the hell are we?

And what happened to the storm?

What the hell just happened?

Hey! - Guys!

You okay?

Ugh, I'll survive.

Did we just get hit by lightning?

- Steeler, you good? - Never better.

Where did all this sand come from?

[THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE]

This isn't right, none of it.

What the hell is that?

I don't see any structures or mountains marked on this map.

According to this, the nearest sand dune is 20 klicks away.

- How's that possible? Where the hell are we?

How did we get so far from the road?

I don't know.

Axe, get on one of those dunes

- and set up an observation point. - Yes, boss.

Steeler! - DPV will run. She's had worse.

- Marshall? - GPS is fried, boss.

Radio and sat. All I get is static.

Even the compass is screwed up. Must've been the lightning.

Well, what do you wanna do?

Go analog. Navigate by the sun.

Make it back to base. We hoof it if we have to.

Boss, that's a long hike.

Yeah, well, we keep going till we get comms.

Then AWACS will call in support. They'll send helos, maybe armor.

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Nice. - Back in business.

Boss. - Send it.

There's something you gotta see.

Up-armored DPV and a M-ATV.

It's Bravo Team.

V-formation. Move out.

- What do we do about them? - When we get comms,

we'll call in recovery assets to retrieve the bodies.

- What happened to them? - Flamethrowers.

I don't think so.

Never seen a flamethrower do this to a man.

Not even napalm burns that hot.

Ma'am?

It's glass.

Glass?

When sand melts, it turns to glass.

How do you melt sand?

I don't know.

This shit is officially

above my pay grade.

Looks like they made a stand.

- Let off a lot of rounds. - They didn't hit anything.

There's no bodies.

Maybe they took the bodies with them?

- I've seen that before. Yeah.

- Well, that's just the thing. - What do you see, Link?

Nothing.

No tracks anywhere.

Whoever did this, they didn't leave a mark.

We need to get moving. Move out!

Dark Star to Falcon. Dark Star to Falcon, over.

Damn it. Lightning really messed up the electronics, huh?

Not just the electronics.

- What do you mean? - This isn't right.

Nothing about this is right.

That lightning, it did something to us.

Captain knows what she's doing, all right?

They say that in the army The pay is mighty fine

They say that in the army The pay is mighty fine

They give a hundred dollars And take back 99

They give a hundred dollars And take back 99

Oh, how I wanna go

But they won't let me go

Home

They say that in the army The shoes are mighty fine

You ask for size 11 They give you size nine

You ask for size 11 They give you a size nine

Oh, Lord, I wanna go But they won't let me go

Home

Jesus.

It has to be a dinosaur, right?

Saw a dinosaur in a museum one time. It wasn't that big.

Hostile, 12 o'clock, 300 meters!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

- What's going on? - It's just chalk.

Chief?

Diablos.

On our 6!

What the hell is that?

Link, back in the vehicle.

Dash, Steeler, move, move, move!

Fire!

It's gaining on us!

You're caught. -