Alien Predator

- SEAL team 2, five clicks out approaching perimeter, over.

- Sweep the area and proceed with caution.

- Sat Com to Two Actual. Tread lightly and check six. Over.

- All right guys, clear perimeter.

Clear.

Move!

SATCOM, this is 2 Actual.

We have visual on impact site.

Any time we'’ll be back and forth with the intel.

Roger that, 2 actual. Over.

Keep your heads on a swivel.

Things are gonna get hairy.

- Ah don'’t soil you diaper, I got your six.

- Copy that. Let'’s move on.

Let'’s go.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

- SATCOM, moving in on visual.

We'’re going silent. Copy?

Roger that, 2 actual.

Over and out.

All right. Let'’s go.

Incoming fire! Take cover!

SATCOM!

- Unit 2, this is SATCOM. I--I read you.

What the hell is going on?

- Watch your back, watch your back!

What do you see?

- Unit 2, this is SATCOM-- what'’s happening? Over.

- SATCOM! We'’re under fire!

Man down! Man down!

Firing!

- Unit 2, this is SATCOM. What are you seeing? Over.

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

SATCOM, this is unit 2--

we'’re taking heavy fire from unseen insurgents.

We need backup ASAP! Do you copy?

- Unit 2, do you read me? What'’s your 20? Over.

- SATCOM, do you copy? We need to retreat!

This is SATCOM-- I read you.

Do you hear me? Over.

Unit 2--again, this is SATCOM. Over.

Shit.

Lieutenant Colonel Adrian.

Brooks. What'’s going on?

- I was working SATCOM support for unit 2, and--

- The recon mission on the crashed bird?

- Yes, sir. They moved in radio silent,

and about one minute later I received communication

that they were under fire.

SATCOM went dead about 30, 40 seconds ago.

I wasn'’t able to hail anyone. Uh-uh...

- What? What, what, what, what, what?

- The body scan is a negative, sir.

They'’re all down.

Come on. Show me.

- All their body monitors are dead, except for Hobbs.

- This was the last message that came through?

Yes, sir, at 10:17.

- It'’s gonna be a long day. Long day...

Sir.

- Adrian, what can I help you with?

- Unit 2 is now down. They'’re offline.

Oh, jeez.

I was worried this was gonna go sideways.

Well, that'’s unfortunate,

but we'’re just gonna have to sit it out

until our second unit SEAL team

goes in for its scheduled recon.

Sir, with all due respect,

they'’re not gonna be there for five hours.

- Look, I am aware of that, Lieutenant Colonel.

- Sir, intel tells us insurgents regularly patrol that area.

What do you propose we do?

- I propose that we send a chopper, sir,

to scan for survivors. It'’ll only take about--

- Look, Lieutenant Colonel Adrian,

you know that that area is a strict no-fly zone.

I mean, we'’re as close to enemy lines

as we could legally be at this second.

We can arrange for a fly-by.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-- I'’m sorry, soldier.

We can'’t risk it politically.

Permission requested--

- Now let me tell you something, I am not gonna explain

how we managed to get a chopper shot down behind enemy lines.

- Permission to request to put together a team.

I just need five or seven good men--

I'’ve got men out there that I trust with my life.

- All right, listen to me. - Just give me--

Lieutenant Colonel, listen.

Unit 2 is an elite black-ops SEAL team.

It'’s the best we have in-country.

Now, I--I understand you'’re no stranger

to black-ops missions, okay?

But the men in this company are enlisted.

- Sir, there'’s men in the-- - No, no--enlisted.

- Sir, there'’s men-- - Rank and file.

Now you are gonna wait, like the rest of us,

for that recon team in five hours.

Is there anything else you need, Lieutenant Colonel?

Dismissed.

Carter.

If I was to ask you to go AWOL to go get unit 2--

- You give the word, Cap, I'’m there.

I'’m not about to let those men die out there alone.

- We need to go ASAP. - Got it.

- Be sure that you make Brooks part of the team.

Paul Brooks?

- Yes, we need a tech. - But he was moved to SATCOM--

We don'’t have a choice.

I know the story, okay?

I get it. I understand.

But I also know he'’s ready to go back inside.

Any other guys you want?

- No, sir. - No? All right.

- Of course, Cap. To hell and back.

- First off, thank y'’all for being here.

What I'’m about to tell you does not leave this tent.

Now of course, I trust you all,

but what I'’m gonna say is highly unsanctioned,

with court martial potential.

This morning, unit 2 went out on recon.

They are now dark.

The colonel'’s made it crystal clear

he'’s not gonna authorize any backup for any rescue mission.

You all know those SEALs.

And Hobbs'’ life support monitor is still reading a heartbeat.

Which is why I'’ll be damned

if I leave them out there high and dry.

- Exactly what are you proposing, sir?

- I'’m proposing that we hump it to them--right now.

Right now.

They need help, like, yesterday and no ones gonna help in time.

Now, I--I--I realize what I'’m asking you.

I get it.

Most of you have ran with me on these missions before,

so you know I expect you all to come back with me.

But you might not.

- These guys are aren'’t a special op team.

We'’re not even a unit.

- We'’re not, but we'’re the best damn chance they got right now.

I hope that'’s enough.

There'’s no option.

It'’s the right thing to do, guys.

I'’m with you, Cap.

I'’m in.

You all in?

Sir, yes, sir.

- All right. Grab your gear. We'’re gonna push in 30 minutes.

- Yeah, yeah, I don'’t wanna hear it.

- All the ladies always gotta stick together.

- You broads on the same cycle yet?

- We'’ve heard it all a million times.

- I don'’t know why y'’all being so defensive about it.

Carter and I have been on the same cycle for three years now.

Because y'’all got low T.

- Yeah, that'’s right, sugar-- I got the lowest T around.

Might as well put me in Guinness Book of World Records

for testosterone deficiency.

- Don'’t worry, Pete. One day, a girl

will actually like you despite your personality.

Oh, thanks, Mom.

- Will you all quit yammering back there?

- Oh, Carter, don'’t even get me started on that guy.

That guy'’s got so much T,

might as well call him Mr. T.

Damn right they do.

Let them know, Carter.

How you doing back there, Brooks?

- I'’m good, Plante, I'’m doing fine.

Well, you look like crap.

You nervous about being on duty again?

Nope. Why, are you?

- Psh, no, man. I was born for this.

- Look, we all been stuck in SATCOM,

spent some time out of action.

But you? You belong there.

We all know about your little problem.

- Plante, why--why are you still talking to this spaz?

Just killing time, baby.

- You that hard up for entertainment,

you gotta go and pester Brooks?

Oh, yeah.

- Sklaroff, you heard about what Brooks did at the PX?

Yeah, man.

I heard he was wigging the hell out

just trying to buy a candy bar or something.

- It'’s bad enough that the man spazzes up

every time he throws a fit in combat.

But when we'’re chilling? What'’s that about, huh?

- You'’ve had PTSD training, right?

Yeah.

I--I get anxiety attacks.

I can'’t control when they happen, man.

Sneak up on you sometimes.

- But you know what else is sneaking up on you?

It'’s troops-- enemy troops, insurgents.