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It's me.

It's me.

You're okay.

Mayday, Mayday, this is Foxtrot 217. Does anybody copy? Over.

Mayday, Mayday, this is Foxtrot 217. Do you copy?

This is Foxtrot 217 transmitting in the blind.

My aircraft is down, my WSO is dead, the crash site is hot. Repeat, the crash

site is hot.

I can't stay here.

Initiating evasion.

Get the fuck out of here, Vicky!

Get in! Get in!

Get in! Get in!

Oh,

God.

What's going on here?

Put that.

Put that.

It looks like you can do it, Aftan. I can't believe it.

You're not going to get that much out.

Doctor, where are you?

Doctor, where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Don't move!

You're a pain in the neck!

Who's there?

Malik! Malik!

It's the devil!

Five people, possible target on a 12.

Everett, get on the deuce. Serrano, hit the lights.

Fuck's sake, friendly!

Is that a woman?

Calm down, Casanova. Corporal, go check her out. Serrano, take the back.

Everett, eyes open. On it, Sarge.

Oh, I'm going to moon.

Show us your hands.

Weird little fucking insurgent.

Tell me about it. We have to go. Can we get this done?

Quickly, get out of here. You have to listen to me.

Identify yourself.

Flight Lieutenant Sinclair, Royal Air Force.

She checks out. Army as in pilot.

You're goddamn lucky we found you out here.

Hey, that's mine. That's all.

Lafayette, take it easy. She's clean.

Are you deaf?

We're just fucking dumb. We can't stay here.

Serrano? I got nothing.

Take a breath, Captain.

We got you.

Located the crash site. Found the WSO along the fore end of the KIA.

We got you to thank for that.

I can't take all the credit.

I don't see back to saving my life.

Well, you did good getting this far.

We're just about giving up on you.

Come on.

What a good job you did.

Don't I have a story to tell you? All right, all right. Toronto, get her in

vehicle. Pass her up on the way.

Lafayette, let's go.

Welcome to second range of battalion forward operations.

Count Cooper.

Did anyone contact my CO?

I need to get word to my family.

They sure picked up.

Family know you're safe.

Just let the doc take a look at that wound.

After I talk to your CO.

Captain, we're all a little mad here.

Hell, you'd have to be crazy not to be.

A lot's happened in the past 24 hours.

This place has gone from a ghost town to... Slapped bang in the middle of the

biggest insurgent mobilization the sector's seen in years.

Shooting down your aircraft was just the opening salvo.

Sir, I've flown 28 combat missions in three tours.

And yesterday, I was shot down, crashed in the desert, and hunted by men that

wanted to cut my head off and put it on YouTube.

But none of that scared me off as much as what I saw in that bunker.

Captain, I don't doubt your credentials.

But given the present situation...

The safety of my men is paramount.

Now, this place may not look like much, but despite appearances, I like to run a

tight ship.

Patrol's coming in.

Now, we were winding down operations here, but now this new insurgency

the full extent of what little resources I have.

Everything else takes a back seat.

Cheers. After what I saw last night, I think that it's the least you worry.

Listen, I get it.

The violence, they're capable of. The terror.

It's easy to see them as monsters, but they're just men. They're fucking men,

sir.

I saw it with a man's face from his skull.

Their claws are the size of a grizzly bear.

Major? Sergeant.

Our British friends.

Picked up a Tarion patrol.

Could be one of the groups that brought down the captain's aircraft.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Let's see what we can get out of him.

Oh, they didn't happen to come across any secret Russian bunkers, did they?

Sir?

It's there.

I can take you right to it.

Captain, what combat experience have you had?

Well, I made it this far.

I've seen a handiwork, sir. I can vouch for her.

Cool your heels, Sergeant.

Ain't nobody going no place.

Sir, if you're not prepared to take this right seriously, then do me a favor and

get me on the first ride out. I wish I could, believe me.

We already evac'd all non -essentials, and they won't send another bird until

things cool off.

So until then, you remain our guest.

And this microfilm camera here, well, this stays with me until Army intel gets

eyes on it.

That is all, Captain.

Now go see Doc Wilkes. Get that wound seen, too.

Sir, I'd like to go check it out. Dismissed, Sergeant.

Hey!

What's up?

I don't know what you're... Give me my fucking luggage! All right, girl, let's

go! Whoa, whoa, whoa, ladies!

Take it easy!

Lafayette, hand it over. Sarge, I don't have a... Just give it the fuck back.

I was just looking at... Bullshit, Lafayette.

How many times, huh?

Get back to your post.

Guessing you didn't get that out of a Christmas cracker.

Do you think I've lost the plot, Sergeant?

I've seen my share of crazy shit.

I fell down the rabbit hole a long time ago, so... Who am I to judge?

Come on.

Let's get you over to Wilkes.

That Major of yours is quite the character.

Believe it or not, he was a Fulberg colonel until a few years back.

We were ambushed south of Kandahar, deep in Talib country.

Hit us with everything they had.

We got the order to fall back, but the colonel kept pushing forward.

Somewhere in the chaos, two men got separated, captured and killed.

Brassed him under the bus, busted down a Major and sent him here.

Serve out his time.

Why here?

Well, because this is where they shit count all the burnouts, washouts, and

-ups.

Lafayette, as you found out, is a kleptomaniac. If it's shiny and

she'll take it.

Can't help herself.

Edward the Rookie had an accidental discharge in barracks. Shot a guy in the

foot.

Serrano knocked up two girls stateside. Both daughters of an unhappy general.

Wilkes. Well, Wilkes got hooked on the meds.

Don't worry.

It's clean now.

I think.

So I got rescued by the dirty old dozen.

What's your story?

The two men we lost were from my unit.

Finch took the heat butt.

It was my fault.

Shit happens on the battlefield.

This is Major Roy Finch. Put me through to Colonel Eugene Harper, Military

Intelligence, Enscombe.

Colonel Harper, been a while.

Yes, sir.

When you put me in command here, you asked me to report any unusual activity

the sector directly to you.

I suggest you check your email.

I know a bullet wound, and I see one.

And this is no fucking deliverant.

It's gonna leave a hell of a scar, Lieutenant.

Or is it, Lieutenant? I can never remember.

You were there.

You saw it, too. Why don't you say something?

Don't waste your breath. I don't think he speaks a word of English.

And don't get too close.

Captain, you got a minute?

I'm not going anywhere.

Hold up there, hooky.

Don't you know it's a court martial offense to question a British officer

without another member of Her Majesty's forces present?

It is?

As far as you know.

Captain, Sergeant Oswald Jones.

Patrol stopped by for a cup of tea, and now we can't get rid of him. A special

relationship and all that bollocks, see?

We provide some intel, they supply us with brew.

No PG tips, mind you, but beggars can be choosers. And besides,

the shit's about to kick off round here.

Oh, we'd hate to miss the party.

If you'd like to say it.

Couldn't really say.

Heard you had a spot of argy -bargy yourself.

That's one way of putting it.

That was some excellent soldiering, ma 'am.

Not bad for a jockey.

You're down.

I'll take that as a compliment.

How can I help you?

Yeah, something's bugging me.

I know RIO pretty well, but there's nothing like this bunker. Any satellite

images, any maps anywhere.

Well, it would be hard to spot from there.

But it's there, and it has been for quite a while.

The door was chained shut with some kind of writing on it.

Pass me that chart.

How'd you do that?

Photographic memory.

Don't know what it means, but... What is that?

It looks like gobbledygook.

It's Russian.

It means, do not open.

Did you look at that?

He speaks Russian.

And English.

Whatever she told you?

It's worse.

Wait a second.

If this bunker is Soviet, then that's got to be 30 years old.

Or more.

30 years?

No way a human could live down there for that long.

It's not human.

You mentioned seeing containers?

Yes. And every container had one of those things inside.

It could be some kind of stasis.

What are those Ruskies doing down there?

Am I laughing?

No, I think you're talking to someone.

Whoa. Hold your fire.

Jesus. Everett.

What kind of white boy move was that?

You gonna get your ass shut off pulling shit like that.

Thought you could use a coffee.

You can bring me all the cups of coffee you want.

It ain't gonna get you in my shorts.

It's just a cup of coffee.

Bullshit.

Word is, that pilot we picked up saw some weird ass creature out there.

You fuck with me.

She probably stir crazy.

It's the heat.

It's enough to send anyone over the edge.

Back in North Carolina, people talk about Bigfoot like he's real as you and

They all crazy too. Hell yeah.

Evening, lad.

How's it going, Taff?

Got a fresh brew on here if you want one. Champion, what other culinary

you got in store for our men?

Well, we've got an appetizer of chicken curry, followed by a chicken curry

entree. For dessert, chicken curry sorbet with lashings of chicken curry.

Compliments to the chef.

Yous, you be mum.

Dish up.

You want to tell us what's going on then, Taff?

Yeah, what's the word on the jockey, Gav?

Oh, just make sure your kit's in order.

We're up and on stack tonight.

Three -hour shift.

We're expecting trouble.

Well, it's the regiment promise.

We always expect trouble.

Fuckers. Patch me through to INSCOM, Colonel Harper's office.

Colonel Major Finch, did you read the report?

She makes for one hell of a credible witness, don't you think?

Oh, I have it.

But if you want to get your hands on it...

You better tell me what the hell is going on here.

So what's your name?

Kabir Abdulrahimi.

You shot me down, Kabir, and killed my WSO.

No, I didn't.

I'm just a driver.

I don't shoot anything.

I'm not a violent man. Then you're hanging with the wrong crowd, Kabir.

Why were you with them?

Why?

Do you think I have a choice? Huh?

I must do it to protect my family.

If you not with them, then you're against them and this... This cannot be.

You ever fancy a real man's sport, you should have a crack at rugby.

You make a decent fullback, I reckon.

Like the great J .P .R. himself.

J .P .R.? Mm, J .P .R. Williams.

Most fearless player that ever lived.

The kind of man who'd run towards the Bulls of Pamplona.

Don't see him. He's a run -out. Sorry, Mush.

I was just telling your man here the difference between rugby and football.

Well, American football, that is.

Sporting which the foot rarely encounters the ball.

Unlike rugby...

How much of blood is often kicked in the nuts?

Fascinating.

Serrano, you're up. Go and leave Everett.

Sergeant.

What do you, uh... What do you make of all this?

Well, I don't know about you, but I won't be sleeping tonight.

You and the boys stick around?

Go where the storm carries you.

We are the storm, mate.

We'll hang around.

See what's occurring.

That's your bedtime, huh, Everett?

Why don't you go get some sleep, man?

I got this.

That's mighty kind of you.

And a word of advice.

Don't try so hard with Lafayette, man.

She's not the needy type.

And you might want to take a shower.

Asshole.

Serrano? Quit screwing around, dude.

Fucking hokies. What, call up your arse and die?

You spell it, tell it.

You said the rhyme committed the crime.

I blame your fucking chicken curry, mate.

Except it ain't coming from your direction.

Serrano!

Oh, shit.

Son of a bitch.

Come on.

Fuck yourselves.

Contact!

Contact!

Front get to position!

O 'Neal, south wall!

Use man the 50 car and hold the gate!

Use your infrared!

Go, go, go!

Lafayette suppressing fire!

Serrano, talk to me!

Serrano's gone.

Something fucking took him.

What the fuck are we firing at? The fucking huge...

You can't have him blown away.

Something's moving out there, but I don't know what.

Shit, that bird.

Sinclair's bogeyman.

What's that?

Just shoot any fucker that moves.

Peterson, Travis, get to the south wall and support O 'Neill. I don't want any

fuckers getting around back of us.

That's my head. Sit, ref.

Multiple unknown targets advancing from remote and west.

The other good outlay must have tracked me.

How can they do that?

Major.

Sergeant, report.

We're under attack, sir. How can we be under attack?

I don't hear any incoming fire.

It's not insurgent, sir.

It don't sound like that.

Holy shit.

What are the rules of engagement?

Weapons free, Sergeant.

Kill anything.

Tree. Copy that.

You still think I'm crazy, Lata, yeah?

How could you come flat?

Fuck! Edward!

Son of a...

What the fuck is my sidearm? The rest of the confiscated weapon is in there.

Sorry.

Watch him. Watch him do what? Watch me?

Commence the attempt, Cooper.

We are under attack.

Repeat. Wait.

We are under attack. Come in.

Shit!

Hey, come on now, buddy.

Come on now.

I got no idea what you just said.

You pick the wrong box to pull the fuck with.

I got you. Come on.

Fuck. Come on, man.

Peterson and Travers are down!

Where the fuck is O 'Neal?

All right, we'll sign up. He'll come home with us.

What? Fucking moon.

Shit, they're gone.

Shit, Sinclair.

Army, army!

Great move!

Go back to the trench!

Come on.

Glad you could make it, Captain.

What's the plan, Stan?

Dilly buggers or I'll cut you.

Where the fuck they go?

Time to meet your bastards, I reckon.

All right.

I'll tell you, I'll fall back to the armory.

Jones, give me some covering fire.

Covering for what?

We're going for the Major.

Wilkes, you're with me.

for a day in the soldiers.

Slide your fucking neck and blow me a shifters.

You about done there, Major?

Fuck. Fuck, who's got the key?

I got a key. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Tiger, let's not shoot the

ammunition. I've got previous for this sort of thing. Get those bastards off my

back.

Your head is bleeding.

Let it bleed.

Face is compromised. Six men are down. We'll follow it back to the armory.

Sergeant, take command.

You don't need any dead weight. Nice speech. Now let's go!

God damn it, leave me!

Shut up, Major. We're getting you back. Come on.

I've still got it.

Nice work, Johnny.

You've got to be fucking kidding me! Someone's going to take the place now!

Come on, get to it. Get in there!

Here they come.

Go for the kisser.

That's sweet, bud.

Contact! Roll!

Take it off!

Get your... What

the fuck?

I'll be back.

Fucking head off!

Smile for the fucking camera.

At least you didn't need somebody to think about.

Yeah. Take out.

Nothing quite like a kebab in a box that I lost at night.

How's he doing?

I'll call, but he's alive.

What are we going to do, Sarge?

All we can do.

Hang tight.

Wait for daylight.

See if our eyes improve.

Caught this one trying to make a run for it.

Can you blame him?

No.

Still can't trust him, though.

He saved my life quick enough.

Well, he had one of those bastards banged to right.

But he didn't fire.

Why is that?

Why don't you ask him?

He speaks English.

It could be her, isn't it?

If you've got something to tell us, now's the time.

Or would you rather take your chances out there?

with them.

I wasn't even born when the Russians invaded my country.

The people of my village said they knew that the invasion was coming because a

star had fallen to earth and shook the ground.

They believed it was a sign from God to begin our holy war.

So my mother taught me to learn the ways of our enemy while my father fought

with the Mujahideen.

And by winter of 1988, the Afghan forces had begun to turn the tide.

We had the Stinger missiles and could shoot the aircraft from the sky.

Tell me about it.

For the first time in nine years, there was hope.

But that was when it began.

First one man disappeared, then another, and then woman too, always at night.

Sometimes we found bodies moaned like a beast attacked its prey.

We thought it was a wolf or a bear.

So my father led the hunt to kill the beast.

But then suddenly, as it began, when the Soviets withdrew, it ended.

We lost 46 villagers.

Including my father.

He never returned from the hunt.

Toronto, Jews, they're all gone.

This blood crowd headed where?

Where they came from.

Why would they take the bodies?

Something ungodly, I expect.

Lafayette, report.

No movement.

Coast is clear, Sarge.

All right.

Keep a lookout.

a cup of tea and a biscuit wouldn't fix.

Is that a British understatement?

My old man used to say, if you don't want life to bite you in the ass, learn

kick it in the teeth.

Quite the motivational speaker, your dad.

Oh, yeah.

That's one way to put it.

You got family back home?

No.

Want to, but...

Kind of hard in this job, you know Three tours I've been dodging triple -a

without so much as a blink The first time I'm thinking why not make it home

hey you better come see this

Found it behind the generator.

Only corpse they left behind.

Man, that thing is right.

Ugly bastard, who?

Ask of me.

Ask a face only a mother could love.

The hell we dealing with, Doc?

Doc, I should know.

You're all we've got.

I have some commendation.

Yeah, send a doctor and he'll do it.

I need my equipment.

Oh,

yeah.

That's a tapering rose.

Unretractable.

Like a shark.

She's got thick skin.

Like body armor.

Wow.

Well, no wonder they're so hard to kill.

So how come it's melting?

A reaction to the sunlight.

I figured his DNA isn't used to the same levels of UV we're accustomed to.

So sunlight hurts it.

Like an albino.

Or a fucking vampire.

Well, let's be honest.

I really need to take a look inside.

Now, why would you want to do a thing like that? We don't have a choice.

What do you need?

toolkit.

Someone give me a hand here.

Get in there, Brommy. Fill your boots.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Oh, I'm going to be sick.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

Everything's wrong.

These are human organs.

Nah, you've lost me, mate.

One minute they aren't human, and now they are.

Which one is it?

It's both.

I owe you an apology, Sinclair.

Army intelligence has had eyes on the sector for decades.

They've long suspected a Soviet black site in the mountains near here, but

could never verify it.

Until yesterday, when you walked right into it and found this.

I don't know what the fuck's on here, but they figure it's worth enough to

me everything they know so long as I keep it safe.

It seems the Soviets found a way to integrate foreign DNA into

a human host.

Foreign DNA?

You mean like French?

I mean foreign to the Earth.

That's a bit where we all get killed for knowing too much. We already know too

much. So don't sweat it. Shit.

December 79, an object of unknown origin.

entered Earth's atmosphere over Siberia and crashed somewhere in the Hindu Kush,

not too far from here.

The fallen stars.

Yeah.

The Russians sent a team to investigate and found it was a

craft of some sort.

And something was inside of it.

Something the Soviet government wanted so badly, they invaded this country to

keep it for themselves.

What are you saying?

The entire Russian invasion of Afghanistan was a smokescreen?

Holy shit, that's big.

The Russians have their own Roswell.

The rabbit hole gets deeper and deeper.

You said there was more.

How many are we talking about?

There's an army down there.

Last night, they were just probing.

Testing our strengths, learning our weaknesses.

Tonight, they'll be back to finish the job.

So why don't we just load up the Hummer and get the fuck out of here? Through 70

miles of hostile country, the fuel we got left, we'll be lucky to make it

halfway. And on foot, insurgents be honest like flies on shit.

Like it or not, we're in this fight.

All of us.

Now, my life may not be worth a plug nickel, but it's my duty to protect

And I swear to you, when these motherfuckers storm our walls, I will

these ramparts.

And I will shed my blood with yours.

And I will hold this position to the last fucking cartridge.

Now, let's show these fuckers what we're made of.

You get him, okay? Get your fucking head out!

Major.

How was that for a voluntary discharge?

Finch.

Is everybody else okay?

Yeah.

Just Peachy.

That was some fucked up shit.

Anybody got a problem with this?

He's all right in my book.

Oh, bullet!

That comms is shot to fuck.

What about the radio in the Hummer?

The antenna was damaged last night. It worked, but it doesn't have the ring.

Corporal, how are we doing on ammo?

Not much.

About 50 rounds for the M4.

A handful of mags for the sidearm.

Three belts for the .50 cal. And a case for the C4.

Shit. I've seen more firepower at a Saudi wedding.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Still on planet Earth?

I'm okay.

That was pretty fucking sick.

Trying to suck your brains out.

Not just my brains.

I thought it was draining my mind. To learn the ways of their enemy.

We still have one more trick up our sleeve.

Which is?

I know where they live.

Kabir, you're free to go.

If you don't mind, I would like to join you.

Good man.

This is personal for you, isn't it?

This knife belonged to my father.

And when I came of age, I swore an oath that one day I would avenge his death.

That day has come.

My son lost his father, too.

Car accident a year ago.

It's never easy for a mother to raise a child alone.

But my mother never left my side.

What the fuck am I doing here?

Fighting to get home.

Heads up.

Found this in my shit.

Look like it's sad.

Bored? Hell no.

Ladies, gentlemen, let's boogie.

You jammy twats.

I wish I said that.

We get in quick and clean.

Load the C4 in the caboose, cut the cable, drop the package down the

and blow this place back to the Stone Age.

Piece of pie, right, Sinclair?

It's cake.

Piece of cake?

You okay?

I don't... I don't like heights.

A pilot that's afraid of heights?

Now I have heard everything.

I don't much like the smell of sweaty armpits and crotch run.

But here I am.

Fair play.

C4's armed. We're good to go. All right, everyone, fall back.

C4!

We're gonna go.

Take cover, everyone!

Fire in the hole!

Move your ass, girl!

It's Sinclair.

Wait, wait! It's Hook.

He's alive.

Sinclair, do you copy? This is Sinclair.

Where are you? I don't know. It doesn't matter.

You have to complete the mission.

Blow this...

Wait, what about you?

It happens on the battlefield.

Get home to your son.

Until am I left here to die?

I don't think so.

Wilkes, man the winch.

You're not seriously thinking about going down there?

If Kabir is right and they are softening our minds, it's a cinch.

They know our moves before we even make them.

I'm going in.

Alone if I have to.

Because I know Hook will do the same for me.

Or any of you.

All right, jockey.

I'm sold.

They're both nuts.

That would make three of us.

You wouldn't want to miss the party, would you?

Bastard lawyer.

Hook, if you can hear me, we're coming in to get you.

Think like do not come back for me. I repeat do not come back

Wilkes

If you hear the signal, you get us out fast.

Okay,

cover your ears, open your mouth, and hold on tight.

Three, two, one.

if they didn't know we were coming they do now

I just picked an alert on statcoms telling anyone who's listening to

this sector right now.

Copy that.

How could they know the location?

Every Humvee has a transponder. We led them straight to us.

It sounds like it'd be something like it.

Whatever it is, it's 20 minutes and counting.

We gonna stand here and stare?

Or do this shit?

Corporal with me.

Give me a chance.

Watch the rear.

Throw me?

You stay at another port.

But you are tough.

Bye.

Spread out. Stay alert. We've got ten minutes.

Hook.

Do you copy?

Hook.

Do you copy?

Hook.

These were my people.

fucking way.

Sinclair, where's your 20?

Fuck.

We're in the lab.

Follow the biohazard sign.

Empty.

Empty. I'll keep some for emergency.

Let's not hang around, eh?

This is where they took you alive.

They knew I'd come for you.

Put the red on white.

Bastards laid an ambush.

Back to the elevator!

Fuck off now.

That was a good laugh.

You hugged her, Sergeant. Let's move.

I'll be right behind you, Dockey.

She was right behind us. I'm going back for her. No, you're not.

She's mine.

If I'm not back in five, get the hell out.

SHUT IT DOWN NOW!

Joke's on you assholes.

J minus four minutes and counting.

Looks like that rabbit hole swallowed the boat that night.

Don't look it back in the teeth.

Fuck yeah.

May I?

Can you try to find her next time?

Who the fuck was that?

This is Spearhead. The asset is gone.

Well, that's a damn shame.

These things have a habit of turning up.

Return to base, Spearhead.

Harper, out.

Ready to get moving.

Blast a wake up every insurgent for a hundred miles.

What you got there?

A present.

From Lafayette.

No time for a moment.

Get me to a hotel.

Get me a milkshake.

Get me a bath.

You shut up, Will.

Oh, come on. Tell me you're joking.

Wish I were.

Hey, quit fooling around, Sarge. You want to get out and push?

Come on, baby.

Don't let me down.