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SOLUTIONS, ANYONE?

Uh, I'm too old for this shit.

It's not working. It's not coming off.

You gotta clean the blood off, man. It's making 'em jam.

Cover. Get him down.

That ain't our fuckin' job.

- Uh, yes, sir. - He's a wild man.

Not much. How are you?

correction, three KIA... our grid last lock stat...

Pistol, off your hip, now.

I need to talk to you about something before we go out again.

No. We got a minute and a half, man. We gotta get out of here.

From what? Is there a threat?

- Yeah. The best shit, man. - Okay.

Got a survival wound, sir.

All right. Got it.

- Let's see what you got hot stuff. - Are you ready?

The way you don't die, sir.

I bleed out like a pig in the sand.

- Relay. - Ah... look at this one.

- Follow him. You got him? - Got him.

The blast will come up the block.

On your knees. Get on your knees now.

- Are you being sarcastic, soldier? - No.

Interrogative, do you have an update on position? Over.

Thanks for saving my life, but we didn't have to go out

You were well on the field of battle today, specialist.

I mean he keeps bomb parts under his bed.

Hey, you ready?

Just breathe, buddy.

Down on that block 20 meters,

Come on. You want the cool shit?

Another round, boy. That's your order.

Okay? You all right?

- Are you serious? - I can't write it.

What are you doing?

- Thank you, sir. - Yeah.

Sanborn, no face shots.

Scan your sectors.

Goddamn it, I think it forgot my gloves down there.

Listen, I know we've had our differences.

- You ready? - Let's do this.

- Get here! - Negative! Negative!

Bring some. C'mon.

Cambridge, come out. We gotta go.

Creating a diversion

Victory Main, figures to follow. Three-four-five-three is your grid.

All right. What... what's your name?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.

Where are you from? Where are you from?

So, how do you know it's a bomb?

- I was scared. - Yeah?

- Negative, negative. It's not him. - He's gone.

At least I'll die in the line of duty, proud and strong.

Yeah, I know. You'll get it, though.

I am very pleased to see CIA in my home.

All right. Let's rock and roll, man.

What the fuck are you doing?

going into a rubble pile.

No, I didn't look.

Flaming car. Dead man's switch. Boom.

- Six months ain't bad, huh? - It's not bad?

He hurt his knee. C'mon, man.

Sanborn, let's get out of here.

Yeah, I see that, but what they doing under your bed?

This is suicide, man.

All right. Looks like I'm going down there.

Get out of the car!