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Madman 1, this is Red Crown.

We have a pop -up on the surface bearing 250 at 7 miles.

Request you investigate.

Red Crown, Madman 1 is on it.

Camera's ready?

Just point and shoot.

Mile for the 30.

What was that?

First strike in the port engine.

Shutting it down.

We're losing fuel.

Yes, Batman 1 declaring an emergency.

Port engine is shut down.

We're losing fuel. Request priority.

Batman 1, be advised, we have only 1 .5 to give and X -Man is at the pump.

X -Man's breaking off.

Anchor's all yours, Pappy.

Don't cut your fuel short, X -Man. We can share and wait for the next tanker

You take it all, Pappy.

You're leaking like my 65 Mustang.

Thanks, X -Man.

You're low on fuel. Don't wait around for me, X -Man.

It's okay, Pappy.

I'm good to the boat.

Batman, this is Warpane Strike.

Dirty up at three miles and shift to paddles.

Warpane, paddles, this is Batman. Gear down.

Single engine approach.

Ball, manual, 0 .5.

On the flight deck.

Damage airplane in the groove. All unnecessary personnel clear of the

area.

Paddles, get him on the first pass. He'll never make it around for a second.

Batman 1, ball.

Roger, ball.

You're a little low. A little low.

glide path.

Pick it up.

Batman 2. Can't do it, boss, because I'm sucking on fumes.

Get that Tomcat out of here. We got another bird with bingo fuel.

Clear the deck.

Batman 2, ball.

God,

he just lost the port engine.

Give me a good post, Mike Griggsie.

Right away, sir.

Well, a minute up there, Pappy.

You all right?

That wasn't exactly your classic X -Man trap.

Ah, the sun got my eyes.

Really? I thought it was that port engine you lost.

an engine?

Yeah. What happens when you run out of fuel?

He's the best little guy.

Aren't you, AJ?

Aren't you the best little guy?

Actually, he'd be better than the best if he spent his night sleeping instead

testing his lungs all night.

Sure up, mate. Maybe a midnight warbler will be the next Mick Jagger.

Is that a new recruit I see?

Oh, Colonel.

Congratulations on your promotion.

Thank you. Want to hold him?

Oh, there he goes, sailor. Ah, you must be why girls go for a man in uniform.

I'm sorry I missed your wedding day out, but A .J. had the croup. Well, being a

mom comes first.

Lieutenant Sims.

Maybe you know where the file is for the last command inspection?

Yes, sir. It's right over here, sir.

At least it's supposed to be right here, sir.

I'm sure I put it there.

Unless I filed it under C.

Well, Tyner, maybe you should look for it.

Yes, sir.

It's supposed to be right here.

Oh.

And what is your weekly schedule doing with the special request chip?

I was wondering what it was.

You know, Lieutenant, since you've been on reserve duty, this office is a bigger

mess than a sack full of damn cats.

It's good to see that somebody scored away.

Are you ready? Give me what you got. You know.

Heads up, everybody.

Behold, the first turd on X -Men's record. Can you believe it? After all

greens, we are talking 14 in a row. The greatest streak since DiMaggio.

And suddenly, Splat, the king of the greenie board, the master of the three

wire, an alien, if there ever was one, steps in the same sorry stuff as the

of us. That is impressive.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just think, if I snagged the one wire ten more times, I'd

even with the rest of you sluggards.

Hey, Buxton, take another look at the greeny board.

Someone gaining on you.

Oh, you mean the senior citizen I helped across the street today.

Six straight greens. Six straight happy landings. He still won't catch the

uncatchable me.

Attention on deck.

As you were, people.

Before I start this briefing, Buxton, what were you trying to prove today?

That you're good to the last drop?

No, sir.

I was just trying to help Commander Rav, sir.

My bird ate too much seagull, Keg.

The X -Man saved my six.

And damn near lost his.

Next time you both take on some fuel, then wait for the next gas station.

Aye, aye, sir. Aye, aye, sir.

I know Commander I'm trying to court -martial Pensacola. So why does the

bill say that she's on duty this weekend?

There must be a mistake, sir. And it's not the only one, Tyner. I can't seem to

find Commander Matomi's name on here anywhere.

I believe that's because he's on leave, sir.

I know that, Tyner.

But for the whole damn month?

Now it seems Lieutenant Sims is disappearing.

Actually, she's changing A .J.

The baby, sir?

Perfect metaphor for the moment.

You know, Lieutenant, I wish we'd have cloned your wife.

She obviously did a hell of a lot more around this office than just raid the

refrigerator when she was pregnant.

Hey, you two are catching cases, right?

Uh, no, sir. We have a plea bargaining session on the Winrow case.

If my client doesn't like Colonel McKenzie's counteroffer, the court

starts tomorrow.

It's supposed to be in the docket, sir.

Is something wrong, Admiral?

No. No, nothing that couldn't be fixed by good old -fashioned lobotomy.

I'm tired.

Two years in the brig, or six months.

Which sounds better to you, corporate or not? Neither one, ma 'am.

Well, from where I'm sitting, those look like the only choices you're going to

get.

But I know how to fire the Brimstone 2000, ma 'am.

When you're sober.

I had some drinks the night before.

Yes, ma 'am. But I got my sleep.

Not enough to keep you from missing your target and burning down 227 acres of

woods at Quantico.

That's not what the Marine Corps expects from its weapons instructors.

I'm aware of that, ma 'am.

I just don't understand how it happened.

Commander, can you make your client listen to reason?

Put yourself in his shoes, Colonel.

Even with a lesser sentence, he's still facing a bad conduct discharge.

He shouldn't expect anything else after what he did.

Give us a minute.

Do you want to break it, sir?

No, sir.

We'll fight it.

Colonel.

You never told me how you celebrated your promotion.

Privately. Well, if you ever want to go public, I'd be honoured to take you to

dinner.

Don't you have a court -martial to lose?

Begging your pardon, ma 'am, but I believe you've been a tad overconfident.

Mick, your chances would be better defending Mrs. O 'Leary's cow.

The Great Chicago Fire? Yeah. And the cow wouldn't have looked so bad if the

fire engine had gone to the right address.

Oh, thanks for enlightening me.

Okay. So you wouldn't care to have a wager on Corporal Winrow's fate, would

Oh, let me guess.

Um, loser buys dinner.

Great line. Think alike.

Not if you think we're going to call it a date.

I'm quoting from the rules of engagement.

Elements of Command Battle Group 63 may exercise proportional force only in

order to disengage from units demonstrating hostile intent or

acts and only for the duration of the hostile acts. The battle group will pass

requests for use of force to the NATO force commander.

And if I have to scratch my six, do I need to phone the president?

Lock it up, Lieutenant.

Obviously, these rules of engagement are somewhat restrictive.

But we're facing a difficult situation here trying to keep the Yugoslavians in

line without antagonizing any of our allies, especially the Russians.

Now, I'd be happy to answer any questions you have.

Yeah, I was just wondering, since you are the gentleman from Fleet Jag, if you

would be so kind as to give us a translation.

I thought I just did that. So, if I get locked on by a MiG, I can shoot then?

When hostile intent is perceived, you are permitted to exercise only a

proportional response while asking for guidance from a higher authority.

Help me, Lord.

But if they fire a missile, we can wrap their knuckles.

Firing a missile is clearly a hostile act.

So what? We're just meat on the table until then? Is that what you're telling

us?

Intention on deck.

Thank you, Lieutenant Aldridge. That'll be all.

Aye, sir.

Take your seat.

Moan and groan all you like what you just heard is the letter of the law.

But if a MiG is maneuvering to your six, you will see a missile come off its

rails before they have a chance to fire one.

Arm, you're our resident lawyer.

Any problem with that?

It's always a judgment call, Cag, but a MiG wouldn't be there to send you

flowers. So is that a yes or a no?

We're the good guys, X -Man. We didn't get that way by pirate first.

Whose side are you on, anyway?

Ours or that legal weenie's? His designator's the same as yours, X -Man.

ought to be answer enough for you.

All right.

There are no changes in our boundaries. Waterloo yellow remains 42 kilometers.

Waterloo red is still 20 kilometers.

You go past red, you're violating the rules of engagement.

Commander Saunders has been designated to take the reconnaissance package in.

Schmidt, you're search and rescue.

Suppression of enemy air defenses.

Papadakis, Carlson, you're the tanker king.

Flight leader, Division One.

Harm, I'd like you to take over from Lieutenant Buxton.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right.

Let's go fly.

General Jennings, that depth charge you're talking about, it isn't used to

up submarines, is it?

No, ma 'am. It's a drink.

A little more specific, please.

Well, first you have a mug of beer, see, and then you have a shot glass full of,

well, I don't know, me and Winnie, Corporal Winrow, we went with bourbon.

Then you drop the shot glass and the mug of beer.

And voila, a depth charge.

So how many of these concoctions did Corporal Winrow drink that night in the

boom -boom room?

Objection. The government has just established that the witness was

That hardly qualifies him as someone capable of counting drinks.

I'll treat it as an informed estimate, Commander. Brumby overruled.

Go ahead, Corporal.

Well, we were there from nine until they closed at two, ma 'am.

Probably a drink an hour, maybe two once or twice. I mean, our buddy had orders

for Pendleton. We wanted to send him off right, ma 'am. I'm sure you did.

No further questions.

Corporal Jennings.

You're a weapons instructor at the basic school with Corporal Winrow, is that

correct? Yes, sir. I've worked with him the past ten months, sir. And what is

your opinion of him as a Marine, not a drinker? Well, sir, Corporal Winrow is

the best, sir.

He cares most about the men we train, puts in the longest hours, performs

on all the tests than the rest of us combined, sir. I mean, he's hardcore,

Thank you.

Tensions continue to fester in Kosovo despite the supposed cessation of

hostilities.

are reporting increased activity by rogue factions of the Serb army who

to terrorize returning refugees in border areas.

Meanwhile, there are more and more indications that much of the Yugoslav

Force survived last spring's bombing. Ranking members of the U .S. military

that Yugoslav fighter squadrons possess enough Russian -made beings to cause,

quote, significant mischief in the no -fly zone. Makes you wonder how

Rabbi's doing, doesn't it, sir?

Well, Lieutenant, I try to look at the big picture.

Problems of one person on a mountain to a hill of beans and all that. But yes,

the commander does cross my mind now and then.

Living his dreams, set free from the courtroom, unshackled from his desk and

mountains of paperwork that plagued him.

Ah.

Could be worse harm.

You'd be trying to sleep on all these files you put up here.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tuna. I thought I put everything back. How could you tell?

We don't write another sequel to Moby Dick.

It's a letter to a computer company trying to harpoon one of our troopers

modem he's already paid for.

Unhappy with your collateral duty, Commander Ram?

I've got an opening for a substance abuse control officer if you'd rather

aviators pee.

Not really my field of expertise, sir. I guess you're stuck being the wing legal

officer. Here.

It'll be a while before I get to this keg. Put it on top.

Buxton brought charges against his plane captain.

Gentlemen.

Flight deck, move out 142 at 200.

Nobody feels worse about what happened than I do, sir.

Well, an apology isn't going to help your case any, Airman Griggs. It was a

,000 piece of equipment that dropped off this aircraft.

Yes, sir.

But you've got to understand, I got the Navy in my blood, sir.

It's like my father and my grandfather.

And the only place I want to be is on that flight deck.

And working on Lieutenant Bucks and Tomcat.

He's the best, you know, sir?

That's the general consensus.

You want to tell me what happened?

There was a new pod, sir.

An infrared sensory unit.

We hooked it onto the lieutenant's wing and then I signed off on the job.

If that was the first time I'd ever seen one of those things, sir.

It's unfortunate, but it doesn't relieve you of responsibility.

Get the training, learn the equipment.

It'd be great if you really worked that way, sir.

But we're undermanned, and I never got the training.

You did receive a manual instructing you how to install the pod, didn't you?

Yes, sir, I did.

You still have it?

I can find it for you, sir.

But there's one thing the manual won't tell you.

The pods are murky.

It slides on the right way.

But, oh, yeah.

This slide's going backwards, too.

So what?

It's his job to know which way is up.

You checked the pod yourself on pre -flight?

Just like the checklist says, Commander. You didn't notice any problem?

The X -Man does not have X -ray vision.

Well, I'll make a note of that.

Yeah, there wasn't anything funny when that pod fell off.

I'd just launched and I was making my clearing turn.

losing that store -disrupted airflow over the horizontal tail.

I was below flight deck level skimming the water. The air boss was yelling,

eject. You didn't eject.

That's because I'm an above -average aviator, sir.

If I wasn't, that kid would be up on murder charges.

So do your job, Commander.

Mr. Tennyson, when you say your company builds the Brimstone 2000 to be used

under less than optimum conditions, what are you referring to?

Combat, of course.

The weapon may have to take a beating to give a beating.

That's what I always say. Did the Widmore Corporation test the Brimstone

under such conditions?

Absolutely, Colonel.

There's never been a shoulder -fired anti -tank weapon as light and powerful.

We made sure it was as good as we told everybody it was. Did any of your tests

involve having the weapon fired by someone who'd been drinking heavily a

hours before?

Objection. Overruled. You may answer the question, Mr. Tennyson.

No, Colonel. No one who was inebriated has ever tested the Brimstone 2000.

Would you ever let anyone who was inebriated fire the weapon?

No, never.

Thank you.

Mr. Tennyson, how many weapons has your company developed over the past ten

years? A dozen, maybe more. And in testing these weapons, have any of them

gone off course?

During testing?

Yes. And when that happened, was it because the operators were drunk?

No.

Thank you.

One last question, Mr. Tennyson.

Since it became operational, have there been any other mishaps with the

Brimstone 2000?

No, none at all.

Cheer up, Mick. It's almost over.

Is that your final witness?

Gunnery Sergeant Victor Galindez, the Marine Zone expert on the Brimstone

I'll prep him, put him on the stand, and how does Callisto sound for that dinner

you're going to owe me?

Pricey. Perfect.

Check out all the brass.

Looks like feeding time at the zoo.

This is Admiral Arkady Akushkin from the Russian Navy.

He's our new resident liaison.

Ah, dancing bear, huh?

Hey, they are our allies.

This week.

Batman 1, this is Red Crown.

We have an unknown contact squawking a garbled commercial airline code bearing

350 at 45 miles.

Angels 15, low speed.

Red Crown, Batman will take it. Batman 3, NORCAP is your responsibility.

X -Man is on it.

Keep an eye on him, Skates.

Copy that.

X -Man, we've got intermittent hydraulic system lights.

We better turn back.

You need an escort home, Boomer.

Negative.

Pappy, this is X -Man. Boomer's heading home on a precautionary. I'm pressing on

with the intercept.

Negative, Batman.

Three, wait till I get there.

Tuna, join up on Boomer and escort him home.

Roger, Batman.

Unknown contact, danger 15, speed 200 knots.

Doesn't sound like he's much fun. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What's the problem?

Contact has went to 300 knots.

Now he's at 400.

Bandit, bandit, MiG -29, he's running, I am engaging.

Batman 3, this is Batman leader, MiG's always traveling pairs.

What is all I see?

Batman 3, Red Crown, you're at Waterloo Yellow, disengage.

Disengage.

No way.

Harm,

I've got a second MIG bearing 045.

Closing on X -Man.

Badman 3, you've got a second MIG on your six.

Did he break off?

Guess he wanted to live more than he wanted you to die.

Let's go home.

It's not a video game up there, Lieutenant Buxton.

You do realize that, don't you?

Yes, sir.

I was just trying to exercise initiative the way I've been taught, sir. You

weren't taught that way.

You ignored a Waterloo call. You neglected to remember that Migs travel

pairs, and you most definitely would have been killed if Commander Rabb

been there to save your ass.

They're playing the same game the Iraqis run on the golf keg. Drag in with one

bogey, clean you off with the other. But the Yugoslavs have something the Iraqis

didn't. Intel tells us there's a spy plane up there.

You walked right into the trap, Buxton.

I want aggressive pilots, but you can't be all plumbing and no forehead.

In a lieutenant's defense, sir.

What he did was not an error of integrity.

Oh? What was it?

I'd call it more a misguided sense of urgency.

Oh, it was misguided, all right.

I'm as much to blame as the lieutenant, sir. I was division leader.

Then teach him judgment.

I always thought you had it.

Yes, sir.

Pay attention to the man, Buxton.

Up there in the twilight zone, judgment equals survival.

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess I'm supposed to say thanks.

You wouldn't if you knew how hard that was for me.

Well, why didn't you just tell the keg that I'm a selfish, irresponsible glory

hound, if that's what you think? He already knows it.

What he knows, Commander, is how damn good I am.

You see, Buxton, that is your problem.

You confuse reality with your score on the greenie board.

Actually, the greenie board is reality.

Catching three wires is one thing, pal.

Flying smart is something else altogether.

So how come you think you know so much about me?

Because I used to be you.

General Sergeant Galindez, how many of your 17 years in the Marine Corps have

you spent handling weapons or instructing people in the use of them?

Just about all of them, ma 'am. But you're about to retire, is that correct?

Yes, ma 'am. I'm taking an early out. At present, I'm on terminal leave.

Have you begun a new job yet?

I have, as training technician for the Widmark Corporation.

That's the manufacturer of the Brimstone 2000.

That's correct, ma 'am. I instruct people on its use.

Which is what you did as a Marine.

So, in the course of your duties with this weapon, did you ever encounter the

defendant, Corporal Winrow?

I supervised his instruction, ma 'am.

Did he ever have any problems with the weapon?

None whatsoever.

Corporal Winrow became an expert very quickly.

So, unless Corporal Winrow were somehow impaired, he should have no problems

with this weapon. Isn't that correct, Gunnery Sergeant?

No, ma 'am.

Excuse me?

What happened had nothing to do with the Corporal. The weapon is faulty.

Maybe I misunderstood you, Gunnery Sergeant.

But didn't you say that Corporal Winrow never previously experienced problems

when firing the weapon? Yes, ma 'am.

And that was when he was not hungover, correct?

To the best of my knowledge, ma 'am.

No further questions.

Gunnery Sergeant Galindez, I'm intrigued by your description of the Brimstone

2000 as being faulty.

Would you tell us what you mean?

Basically, sir, its guidance system is unreliable in hot weather.

Explain, please.

Woodmark makes all kinds of claims about the brimstone's accuracy, but in tests

it conducted privately, the weapon flew outside the range fan when the

temperature was over 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

They're still trying to fix the problem.

Which means what in terms of Corporal Winrow's situation?

On the morning of his mishap, we were at Black Flag, the first hot day after the

weapon arrived at Quantico.

He would have set those woods on fire no matter what condition he was in.

How do you know this gunnery, Sergeant?

I visited Woodmark's research department after hours and I found the documents.

You entered surreptitiously. Yes, sir. After Corporal Winrow's problem, I got

curious.

Thank you.

That sounds very exciting.

Low on fuel, you shut down one of your engines.

Of course, my reel was a little puckered. Weren't you, Duke?

Hey, Arm.

Admiral, this is the fellow I told you I helped out.

Ah, come join us. Please, Commander, you must obey.

I am Admiral.

Well,

I never argue with your accent.

So, I understand that you owe your life to Lieutenant Vox Dumbia? Yes.

Really? Well, all I thought I owed him was a tank of cash.

You Americans, you make joke about everything, even danger.

The Admiral here is real interested in how we do things.

I bet he is.

Right now, sir, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of reading to do.

You know, Harm, it looks more like you're taking up some weight lifting.

A dark day for Semper Fi, eh, Colonel?

Is there a reason you're here, Commander, or did you just come by to

About the surprising gunnery, Sergeant Galindez.

Never.

No, I came by to ask about dinner.

You owe me one, remember?

You know, your Corporal Winrow was in no condition to be firing that weapon.

The judge said it didn't matter. What can I say?

So I collect those, is it?

No, sorry, I've got to prep the McCarthy case.

Getting a pizza delivered would be the best I could do tonight.

Pepperonis and black olives.

Sausage and green peppers.

Well, we could order half and half.

I don't know. I think you're getting off cheap, Colonel.

I accept.

Why

is

Greggs back on the duty roster?

Keg's dropping charges against him.

On my recommendation. You're letting him slide?

What, were you going to tell me about this?

Yeah, I was, in private.

Well, I don't mind.

You can tell me now, sir.

Sure about that, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

The Airman Greggs installed the pod backwards, but he wasn't the only one at

fault. Oh, I don't believe this.

Flight ops were incredibly intense that day. The ordnance chief didn't have time

to do his final inspections.

How terrific.

Is there anybody else you'd like to blame, Commander?

Yeah.

You.

I inspected the damn pod the way I was supposed to. What did you want me to do,

hook it up myself?

The old wiggle waggle wasn't going to cut it on this pod.

If you'd read the specs, you'd have known to move it forward and backwards.

would have fallen off at your feet.

Oh, so now this is my fault. Partly, yeah.

Doesn't seem fair to make Griggs shoulder the entire responsibility, does

Griggs is not going back to work on my plane, sir.

Griggs is a good man.

He thinks you're the greatest pilot that's ever pulled a G.

He can think whatever he wants.

You're making another mistake.

You know, if you think Griggs is so damn great, he can be your plane captain,

sir. Fine.

He's too good to be yours.

Excuse me, sir.

X -Men.

X -Men, hang on. What?

You crazy running your mouth off like that?

You want to get court -martialed? Well, why not?

I've been shafted every other way they can think of.

Nobody's shafting you.

Then how come Rab is leaving my division?

Your division?

Look, Tuna, your roommate will do anything he can to bury me because he

can't outfly me. Give it a rest, Buckton. What, you don't think I'm the

I didn't say that.

But that's what you were thinking.

Call yourself the best all you want.

There's no way you'll ever prove it.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you just watch me the next time I'm up.

Skip over the part where you say I didn't ask the right question when I

interviewed you.

That's fine with me, ma 'am.

Why did you wait until you were on the stand to deliver the bad news?

It's nothing personal, ma 'am, but I didn't know if I could trust you.

Something about my shifty eyes, Gunny?

Or are you just suspicious of officers in general?

It's a negative to the first part of your question, Colonel. As for the

part, it looked like you were buying the company line.

I didn't know if you wanted a conviction or the truth.

If I didn't care about the truth, Gunny, you wouldn't be here.

Yes, ma 'am. I'm aware of that.

Obviously, the truth is important to you, too.

Or you wouldn't have put yourself out of that cushy civilian job you lined up.

Well, you know what they say, ma 'am.

Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas.

I'll find somebody else to work for.

How about lawyers?

What kind of lawyers, Colonel?

JAG lawyers.

Of course, you'd have to pass up that early retirement.

What exactly do you have in mind, ma 'am?

We're looking for someone to run the office.

Colonel, I'm not a clerk.

No, I doubt anyone would mistake you for one, Gunny.

But you were a policeman, right?

Yes, ma 'am. Deputy Sheriff back home in New Mexico. Did it for three years

after my first enlistment, then came back to the Marine Corps as a retread.

You might be able to help us out with investigations.

When I'm not counting paperclips, ma 'am.

That's right, Gunny. When you're not counting paperclips.

The War Crimes Commission has received reports of possible mass grave sites at

Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie. So, in addition to your normal patrols, we want

fly low and take pictures.

Maybe I'll put these butchers in jail.

How do you want to handle it, Harm?

Two -two, Keck. Two top -configured aircraft with cameras, two armed

Fine. One other wrinkle. Our snooper is back.

A Lear flying under an international flag.

Supposedly from a news agency.

Our surveillance says it is carrying a telescope that is gyro -stabilized and

radar -guided.

Any of you seeing Peeping Tom out there are advised to smudge his windows.

Time for target practice.

Can I help you, Admiral?

I was just being curious to see how our good allies operate in such sensitive

times.

Please continue. We're just wrapping things up, sir.

Unless Lieutenant Buxton feels the need to hear the rules of engagement one more

time. Not necessary, Keg. Are you sure of that?

Yes, sir.

Very well. Let's fly.

I hope your will's in order, Commander.

Everything squared away?

Standing tall, sir. I've got your power and alarm cables hooked up so you can

inspect them.

You do good work, Riggs.

Your plane's got my name on it, sir.

Gunnery Sergeant Glenda says here that you did some boxing.

Closer inspection of my nose would confirm that, sir.

Is your nose any indication on how you did?

I held my own, sir.

Especially when I was fighting SEALs.

At ease, Gunny.

Well, I can think of one you might have some trouble with.

Now that you've established a common interest, Admiral, I was hoping you'd be

intrigued by the breadth of the gunnery sergeant's experience.

Primary. MOS infantry.

Secondary MOS criminal investigation.

Gunny at the basic school the past 18 months.

So, why'd you leave the sheriff's department and return to active duty?

I was shot, sir.

Go on.

We were bussing a meth lab outside Albuquerque. Things got a little hairy

the biker who ran the place and one of our guys panicked.

He put a bullet in my rear end.

One of your guys.

That's why I came back to the Marine Corps, sir. A better breed of people.

Navy too?

I wouldn't know, sir.

Well, there are Navy personnel in this office. If you're going to be the gunny

here, you're going to have to deal with them.

If I'm going to be the gunny here, Admiral, they're going to have to deal

me.

It's 65 miles. Inbound mother.

Got him. We have a contact.

Red Crown, Batman 1 contact. We'll take it from here.

Batman 3, Tuna and I are going hunting.

Photo mission is yours. Bring Boomer home in one piece, huh?

You know I will.

Tuna, combat spread. Cover my six.

Roger.

Nothing visual yet, Skates. Check right ten degrees.

Ten miles.

Eight miles.

Start your turn now.

Golly ho!

Tom's in sight.

Let's go say hello.

Knock, knock, knock.

I think he's ignoring us.

464, Charlie Lima, be advised we are conducting hazardous flight activities.

are standing into danger. Turn north immediately.

Maybe he's deaf?

Find out if he's blind, too.

Looks like he's going to hang in there.

I'm going to tell us to go pick him's seat for 100 miles.

Okay, we do this the hard way.

Think he'll make it back to wherever he came from?

Yeah, and he'll stay there a while, too.

Red Crown, Batman 1, say goodbye to Peeping Tom.

Red Crown copies.

Bravo Zulu, Batman 1.

Roger.

Switching back to recon frequency.

Batman 3, Batman 1, requesting mission status.

Happy, I've got a pop -up.

Armored vehicles converging on inbound refugees.

Suspect refugees in danger.

Bad man free if you haven't been shot at. Photo bird is clear. Recommend

disengage.

I can't. They're going after those refugees.

Tuna, close formation.

Smoked them good, Boomer. Oh, you are the man, X.

Plus, you get all the luck.

Is this the man?

Is this the man?

Is something wrong, K?

Lieutenant Buxton, did you attack vehicles on the highway east of Zlata?

Yes, sir.

Serb armor about to cut off a group of refugees, sir.

Those Serbs, Lieutenant Buxton, were Russian peacekeepers. You killed three

their senior officers.