INT. LARGE MAINTENANCE BAY – AFTERNOON
Ali surveys the activity in the large, open bay facility. Four vehicles, indistinguishable from US HMMWVs are spaced out in the middle of the bay.
Weapons, ammunition, and equipment are lined up neatly on tarps next to the vehicles. Middle-eastern men in US uniforms work on the vehicles and equipment, outfitting them for the upcoming attack.
Ali catches the eye of the LEADER of the group and motions for him to come over.
ALI
In addition to the American, you will bring back this man back with you.
Ali hands him a picture of Jamal.
ALI
He should be in the building tonight.
The Leader looks at the picture and shakes his head.
LEADER
This wasn’t the plan.
ALI
I am altering the plan.
LEADER
You can’t…
ALI
This man’s brother blew up a bomb outside a gas station, killing 70 Shia, including my daughter. I can’t order you to grab him, but I can beg you to. Please don’t make me.
The Leader contemplates this for a moment.
LEADER
If we see him, we will take him.
INT. JAMAL AND A’ISHAH’S DINING ROOM – AFTERNOON
Jamal eats a plate of Iraqi rice and chicken. He doesn’t look at A’ISHAH, sitting opposite of him with no plate in front of her, she just watches him eat.
A’ISHAH
Uthman stopped by again today.
JAMAL
I thought he was gone.
A’ISHAH
It’s not too late for you to go with him.
Jamal looks up sharply.
JAMAL
I made my decision two years ago.
A’ISHAH
With all your training now you would be a good asset.
JAMAL
I would be dead or captured before long.
A’ISHAH
Fighting for Allah, against the infidels and the invaders from the east.
JAMAL
Killing women and children, like your brother did the other day.
This stops her, and she’s not sure how to respond.
JAMAL
The only cause worth fighting for right now is Iraq, and that is what I am doing.
A’ISHAH
You’re scared because of what happened. They’ve made improvements…
JAMAL
I am not scared! That bomb that covered me in flame killed twelve people. Sunni and Shia. I realized that day that I never want to be on that side, the side who’s only purpose is to strike fear into people’s hearts.
A’ISHAH looks away, losing the argument.
JAMAL
I haven’t told them what I know because he is family, but never again ask me to join him. I made my decision. I chose my side.
A’ISHAH
Can I ask you to stay home tonight?
JAMAL
Why?
A’ISHAH
I just think you would be safer here at home.
JAMAL puts two and two together.
JAMAL
What is he planning?
A’ISHAH
I don’t know. I am just scared for you.
JAMAL
What is he planning!
A’ISHAH
You worked with him, what would you be planning?
EXT. JSS – AFTERNOON
MAJ Thomas escorts COL Roberts out to his waiting HMMWVs, who are preparing to take him back to his headquarters.
COL ROBERTS
Mark, I like what BG Bahaa has planned, for a pilot he has a good eye for tactics. Stay tied into his planning process here.
MAJ THOMAS
I will, sir. Can I ask you a question?
COL ROBERTS
Sure.
MAJ THOMAS
Our interpreter told me that because BG Bahaa is Sunni, he has no interest in going after Sunni targets.
COL ROBERTS
Uh huh.
MAJ THOMAS
(Surprised)
So…this isn’t news.
COL ROBERTS
I didn’t land in Baghdad yesterday. There are units loyal to Sadr and the Shia. Bahaa is Sunni, but he is an effective officer, and this is a good unit. It’s a tradeoff.
MAJ Thomas isn’t sure what to say. COL Roberts gaze shifts to the columns of the Grand Mosque, looming in the background.
COL ROBERTS
Such a shame.
MAJ THOMAS
What’s that sir?
COL ROBERTS
This country has so much potential. And they’re pissing it all away.
Shaking off the thought, he changes subjects.
COL ROBERTS
How is Rebecca?
MAJ THOMAS
Pregnant sir, we just found out.
COL ROBERTS
(Laughing)
Sounds like you were busy on leave! Congratulations! I’ll have Maria give her call.
COL Roberts opens the HMMWV door and climbs in. The patrol ready to move now.
COL ROBERTS
Mark. You’re doing a great job here. When you’re this close to something, it’s sometimes hard to see the results of your work. Just know that I do.
MAJ THOMAS
Thank you sir.
INT. BASEMENT – DUSK
Two Iraqi men preside over an arsenal of weapons and ammunition. AK-47s predominate, rows of RPGs line one wall. A mixture of wooden and metal crates filled with ammo are stacked to the ceiling.
This isn’t a conventional basement, its a hidden subterranean storage room with roughly cut walls and a ladder leading to a small opening at one corner.
A BEARDED MAN grabs a few AKs and slings them over his back before beginning the climb up the ladder.
INT. LARGE MAINTENANCE BAY – DUSK
The bay looks much cleaner now. The HMMWVs remain but all of the equipment is gone now, packed away. A dozen MIDDLE EASTERN MEN dressed in US uniforms sit cross-legged on the floor facing the Leader, standing beside an easel upon which is drawn a diagram of the JSS.
Ali stands in back of the group, listening to what these men have planned.
A picture is taped next to the diagram: Jamal.
Pointing to a position on the diagram, the Leader barks out a command.
LEADER
2300 hours. We’ve arrived at the building. Your actions.
The men answer authoritatively.
TEAM MEMBER #1
I secure door number one.
TEAM MEMBER #2
I secure door number two.
Pointing at another position on the diagram, the Leader continues.
LEADER
Doors secure. Next action.
TEAM MEMBER #3
I lead my assault team through door number one.
TEAM MEMBER #4
I array my team on the flank to cover an attack from Iraqi or US security forces.
EXT. JSS ENTRY CONTROL POINT – DUSK
Jamal ignores the salutes of a couple IRAQI SOLDIERS as he walked determinedly toward the entry control point.
GUARD #1 sits in a raggedy desk chair, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the slight drop in temperature now that the sun is below the horizon.
JAMAL
Where is Younis?
GUARD #1
(Quickly rising to his feet)
He is in his office.
JAMAL
Call all of the guardposts. There will be an attack tonight.
INT. LARGE MAINTENANCE BAY – DUSK
The LEADER continues the rehearsal, snapping the easel to point at a new location.
LEADER
Room number 3. Your actions.
TEAM MEMBER #3
Flash grenade. Take out any Iraqis in the room. Grab the American.
LEADER
Unless.
TEAM MEMBER #3
Unless the Sunni is there, then we grab both of them.
LEADER
Do not waste time looking for the Sunni. He is not our mission.
INT. IRAQI HOUSE – DUSK
The Bearded Man emerges from a small hole in the floor with an RPG. He crosses the room and places it on a table filled with other weapons, grenades, and ammunition.
Jamal inspects the wares.
JAMAL
Where are the mortars?
BEARDED MAN
Mustafa has them. And the rounds.
JAMAL
Load these into the truck.
Jamal lays down the weapon he was inspecting and makes for the door.
JAMAL
We are on schedule. I will meet you at the parking lot.
INT. OFFICE – DUSK
YOUNIS smokes a cigarette and watches a subtitled Burt Reynolds movie on a small television in the corner of the room, barely acknowledging Jamal’s entrance.
JAMAL
There will be an attack tonight.
YOUNIS
There will be an attack every night.
JAMAL
Tonight is different.
YOUNIS
How do you know?
Jamal hesitates and lies.
JAMAL
The Americans told me.
YOUNIS
They didn’t say anything to me. Just told me to check IDs when they come in the gate.
(Chuckling)
And there’s no way I will do that, they will shoot us!
JAMAL
Trust me, I have a feeling tonight is different. Put some more men on the perimeter.
YOUNIS
(watching Burt Reynolds)
I will see what I can do.
INT. ALI’S OFFICE – NIGHT
The office looks better now. Windows have been replaced but it still feels like a faint shadow of it’s former glory. ALI sits at his desk with his cellular phone in front of him, contemplating it.
Making a decision, he picks it up and dials a number.
ALI
Habibi! How are you? How is your family? Good…good. Listen, I have some information for you…there will be an attack on the Americans tonight…but I need you to do something for me…
INT. IRAQI POLICE STATION – NIGHT
And IRAQI POLICE CHIEF sits at his desk with his cell phone to his ear. He listens intently, nodding periodically.
IRAQI POLICE CHIEF
Of course Ali. This is no problem for us….I will personally make sure it is done.
He hangs up the phone and presses the button on a remote control on his desk.
IRAQI POLICE CHIEF
Mohammad!
EXT. IRAQI STREET – NIGHT
Uthman walks quickly out of A’ishah’s courtyard, closing the door behind him. His mind focused on the task ahead of him tonight, he approaches his car and fumbles for the keys.
The ATTACKERS come from behind, hitting him in the back of the head with a baseball bat. He crumples to the ground.
One Attacker puts a black hood on his head while the other pulls his hands behind his back and puts flex cuffs on them.
Blinded and immobilized, Uthman is picked up by his elbows and led to the back seat of a waiting car.
EXT. ROOF OF JSS BUILDING – DUSK
Daylight fading, MAJ Thomas eats a shitty Army dinner. He gazes at the abandoned construction site surrounding the Grand Mosque, now dotted with small fires sending spires of black smoke into the sky.
A garbage truck enters the site and dumps its contents unto a piece of empty ground.
The truck pulls away a short distance and stops.
The TRUCK DRIVER gets out with a small gasoline jug. He pours it over the trash and lights the contents on fire.
Studying the flames a moment, the Truck Driver retreats back to his truck and drives off.
MAJ Thomas watches the fires burn.
EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT
The SUNNI MEN from the soccer field are assembled again, in a secluded area of the parking lot, surrounded by the trucks and vans that brought them here.
The men are impatient, not saying much, milling around and checking their watches occasionally. DISHDASHA MAN finally has had enough and gains the attention of a quorum of the leadership. The crosstalk quiets down.
DISHDASHA MAN
He is ten minutes late, and UTHMAN is never late. We need to go right now.
Nods and murmurs of agreement from the assembled men.
DISHDASHA MAN
No change to the plan. Good luck to everyone.
The men exchange handshakes, hugs and cheek-kisses. They aren’t joyous but they’re not sad or frightened either. It’s what they do, and they’ve done it for a long time.
INT. GRAND MOSQUE BASEMENT – NIGHT
One Attacker throws Uthman to the floor. Because of the hood on his head, Uthman is unaware that he’s lying in the blood of all the previous men who have been brought to this room.
With one Attacker maintaining overwatch, the other binds Uthman’s hands with rope.
Once secure, he is hoisted up, feet barely scraping the sand beneath him.
INT. JSS – NIGHT
MAJ Thomas walks through the command center towards the US corner, taking stock of the room as he goes.
In one corner of the room, Jamal is arguing with COL Nabi. MAJ Thomas stops for a second, then walks over to Abu who is sitting in a chair reading a book.
MAJ THOMAS
(Motioning toward the argument)
What’s going on?
ABU TIME
Jamal told COL Nabi that there will be an attack tonight. COL Nabi is asking him how he knows this, but Jamal won’t say.
MAJ THOMAS
An attack? Find out what’s going on please. We haven’t seen any intel about an attack tonight.
EXT. LARGE MAINTENANCE BAY – DUSK
The doors of the maintenance bay open, revealing four American HMMWVs. They pull out of the building and head for the street.
All we see are American uniforms, helmets and goggles, and there is no doubt who is manning this patrol.
INT. JSS – NIGHT
Abu eavesdrops on Jamal and COL Nabi, who are still going at it.
MAJ Thomas opens up his laptop. SSG Cantu plays Minesweeper on a computer next to him, earbuds in his ears.
SSG CANTU
Time for the nightly video-chat sir?
MAJ THOMAS
I thought you couldn’t hear with those things in.
SSG CANTU
(Smiling)
I hear some things. Not everything.
MAJ Thomas logs in and brings up the video-chat software.
MAJ THOMAS
Pretend you didn’t hear anything about my wife being pregnant, we’re not telling anyone yet.
SSG CANTU
Pregnant? Who’s pregnant?
MAJ THOMAS
I knew there was a reason I liked you Cantu.
EXT. JSS ENTRY CONTROL POINT – NIGHT
Four up-armored HMMWVs negotiate a series of jersey barriers on the road leading to the entrance. An Iraqi soldier, AK-47 slung on his back, raises the gate and waves the vehicles through.
INT. REBECCA THOMAS’ BEDROOM – MID-DAY
Checking her watch, REBECCA THOMAS waits nervously at her laptop.
Suddenly the computer BEEPS, making her jump even though she was expecting the call. She clicks happily clicks "ACCEPT".
REBECCA THOMAS
Hi baby!
MAJ THOMAS
Hi.
REBECCA THOMAS
Is everything alright? You don’t look so great.
MAJ THOMAS
I’ve had a bad week. Talk to me about our baby, how’s he doing?
REBECCA THOMAS
He? How do you know she’s a he?
EXT. JSS – NIGHT
The HMMWVs pull up outside the building. The Middle Eastern Men in US uniforms exit the vehicles and deploy as planned.
The Leader, with a perceptive eye and an air of command, watches the men move into position before following the assault team.
INT. JSS – NIGHT
MAJ THOMAS
I don’t know it’s a boy, can you humor me for once?
REBECCA THOMAS
You are not yourself tonight, what’s going on?
MAJ Thomas turns to SSG Cantu, still playing his game with his earbuds in.
MAJ THOMAS
Go away. Give me a minute alone with my wife.
SSG Cantu gets up immediately and with a nod heads out of the room.
INT. JSS HALLWAY – NIGHT
The guard outside BG Bahaa’s office dies without a fight. He didn’t see the man’s face that was coming toward him. He saw the American uniform and went back to the cigarette he was smoking. The knife in his throat rendered him mute, then lifeless seconds later.
INT. REBECCA THOMAS’ BEDROOM – MID-DAY
REBECCA THOMAS is worried about her husband.
MAJ THOMAS
I’m starting to wonder if there is any hope for us here.
REBECCA THOMAS
Has something happened?
MAJ THOMAS
If people stopped killing each other we could go home.
REBECCA THOMAS
Baby, what’s going on?
MAJ THOMAS
But they don’t want to stop.
REBECCA THOMAS
Let’s talk about what we’re going to do when you get home. We have a lot to do before the baby get’s here.
MAJ THOMAS looks off-screen, distracted by something.
REBECCA THOMAS
Mark?
BANG!
The screen flashes brightly, and REBECCA stares at the screen, mouth agape.
MAJ Thomas’ hands go to his eyes.
Muted GUNSHOTS from the computer speaker.
MAJ Thomas reaches for his sidearm, sliding off his chair toward the floor, out of view of the computer camera.
REBECCA THOMAS
MARK! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!
Papers and other things on the desk jump, reacting to incoming bullets.
MAJ Thomas rises up, 9mm pistol in hand. He fires a few rounds.
Rebecca Thomas is frozen in fear, watching her worst nightmare play out on her computer screen.
BOOM!
Another explosion rocks the room. Rebecca sees only debris and black smoke.
INT. JSS – NIGHT
Team Member #3 comes around the desk, weapon at the ready, and sees MAJ Thomas immobile on the floor, bleeding and covered in debris.
TEAM MEMBER #3
I’ve got him. Help me bring him out.
Another Team Member runs into the office area, and seeing Team Member #3 covering MAJ Thomas, he drops down to his knees, roughly disarms the American, and flex cuffs his hands behind his back.
INT. REBECCA THOMAS’ BEDROOM – MID-DAY
Rebecca is screaming into the microphone.
REBECCA THOMAS
MARK! TALK TO ME! MARK!!
INT. JSS – NIGHT
The Team Member drags MAJ Thomas out from behind the desk, and Team Member #3 surveys the room.
COL Nabi and two other Iraqi Soldiers lie dead on the floor. Jamal is still alive, flex-cuffed and on his knees next to another Team Member who is covering him.
A fourth Team Member covers the stairs.
The room quiets. Team Member #3 hears a woman screaming and crying, but can’t make out where the sound is coming from.
INT. REBECCA THOMAS’ BEDROOM – MID-DAY
REBECCA THOMAS
PLEASE! MARK PLEASE TALK TO ME!
A face suddenly appears on her monitor, and for a split second she thinks it might be her husband.
Team Member #3 studies the screen, amused. Then he pulls back and Rebecca hears a sharp CRACK before her screen goes blank.
EXT. ABANDONED LOT – NIGHT
The MORTAR CREW works feverishly to finish setting up their tube. The CREW CHIEF checks his watch and motions for one of his crew to bring some ammunition to the tube.
EXT. JSS ENTRY CONTROL POINT – NIGHT
Guard #1 talks into his radio.
GUARD #1
An explosion? I didn’t hear it.
RADIO VOICE
In the building, two explosions. Has anyone come through the gate?
GUARD #1
An American patrol came in a few minutes ago.
RADIO VOICE
Send someone to check it out.
Guard #1 motions to another GUARD at the gate and heads over to the Office.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE JSS – NIGHT
The SUNNI MEN, about 10 of them, occupy staggered fighting positions perpendicular to the entry control point.
The BEARDED MAN has his cell phone to his ear, watching the movement of the IRAQI GUARDS intently.
BEARDED MAN
He just got a call on the radio and stepped away. There is only one guard at the gate. We must go now.
EXT. JSS – NIGHT
The Team Members hurry out of the building, one of them pushing Jamal along at the barrel of a gun and another carrying MAJ Thomas fireman style.
Jamal is directed to get into the trunk of one of the trucks, while MAJ Thomas is dumped into the trunk of another.
LEADER
Lets go! 15 seconds!
WHUMP!
The incoming mortar round staggers the Leader. The Team Members react, hitting the dirt.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE JSS – NIGHT
The BEARDED MAN is still on his cell phone.
BEARDED MAN
Perfect range! Keep firing!
(To the men around him)
Attack now!
EXT. JSS – NIGHT
The Leader grabs a Team Member, picks him up and tosses him toward the vehicles.
LEADER
GO! NOW!
WHUMP!
Another mortar round in about the same spot.
A mad scramble. The HMMWVs pull away while doors are still closing.
MSG Aldrich emerges from the US side in full battle dress as the last HMMWV pulls away.
SFC SMITH follows him, still fastening his helmet.
MSG ALDRICH
Get everyone in a bunker!
MSG Aldrich marches toward the JSS as yet another round impacts.
WHUMP!
EXT. JSS ENTRY CONTROL POINT – NIGHT
The lone remaining gate guard looks in the direction of the impacts, trying to raise someone on the radio.
Suddenly, a hail of bullets tear into the guardpost. He can make out half a dozen muzzle flashes outside the JSS, but can’t see who firing at him.
A convoy of US HMMWVs rumbles past, heading out the gate.
GUARD #1
Yes! Go get them!
INT. HMMWV – NIGHT
The Leader hears small arms plink off the armor of the truck, his being the lead vehicle through the gate.
His gunner opens up on the muzzle flashes in front of them.
MIDDLE EASTERN DRIVER
(Intercom)
Should I stop?
LEADER
(Intercom)
NO! KEEP MOVING!
EXT. OUTSIDE THE JSS – NIGHT
The return fire from the lead HMMWV is ineffective, but half of the SUNNIS stop firing and take cover anyway.
The Mortars continue, raining shells on the JSS.
One Sunni crawls over to the Bearded Man.
SUNNI
The Americans are leaving! They might be trying to flank us!
The Bearded Man contemplates this.
BEARDED MAN
We have to keep shooting. Send two men to watch our flank..
The Sunni nods and crawls back to the others, passing along the orders.
Another distant WHUMP from inside the JSS compound.
INT. JSS HALWAY – NIGHT
MSG ALDRICH finds SSG CANTU face up in the middle of the hallway. One shot in the middle of the chest, one in the forehead.
He kneels down. Checks for a pulse. Nothing.
Pulling out his 9mm, he runs to the stairway.
INT. BUNKER – NIGHT
SFC Smith and SSG Smith huddle in the center of the bunker.
They hear the distant sound of SMALL ARMS FIRE.
SSG SMITH
I hear small arms fire. Should we stay here?
SFC SMITH
Aldrich said to get in the bunker. If he wants us to move he’ll call.
EXT. JSS ENTRY CONTROL POINT – NIGHT
The IRAQI SOLDIERS are late but respond in force. Two or three dozen run from their barracks, also in varying states of dress, and take up defensive positions near the entry control point.
INT. JSS – NIGHT
MSG ALDRICH comes into the control room quickly, weapon up, searching for targets.
Just as quickly he drops his 9mm to his side and looks at the carnage. He sees the three IRAQI DEAD, but doesn’t bother to check their pulses.
Instead he walks over to the US cubicles, and prays he doesn’t see what he thinks he will.
He doesn’t see it, but does see drag marks and a blood trail. He raises the radio.
MSG ADRICH
7 this is 9.
SFC SMITH
(On the radio)
This is 7.
MSG ADRICH
Someone hit the JSS. Cantu is dead. Three Iraqis are down. And I don’t see the Major.
SFC SMITH
Holy shit. He’s not here.
MSG ADRICH
Get everyone out of the bunker. Search the compound. I see a blood trail, he might be hurt.
SFC SMITH
Roger.
INT. HMMWV – NIGHT
LEADER
(Intercom)
Is anyone following us?
VOICE (O.C.)
(Intercom)
Negative. We’re clear back here.
LEADER
(Intercom)
What was that all about?
VOICE (O.C.)
(Intercom)
Looks like someone else chose the same night to attack the Americans.
LEADER
(Intercom)
Lucky for us! Congratulations men, we’ve done it!
The LEADER hears cheers and cries of ALLAHU AKBAR in his heatset, and leans back in his chair and smiles.
LEADER
(Intercom)
Drive normal speed now. We don’t want to attract attention if they’re not looking for us.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE JSS – NIGHT
With the HMMWVs gone, the Sunnis have resumed their firing. After a few seconds, a new wave of return fire comes from the entry control point. Iraqi fire this time.
The Sunni crawls back over to the Bearded Man.
SUNNI
The Iraqis are returning fire now!From the guard post!
BEARDED MAN
(Smiling)
Good. Keep up sporadic fire from this position.
He brings the cell phone back to his ear.
BEARDED MAN
Cease fire. Cease fire.
His fingers quickly punch another number on the phone.
BEARDED MAN
They’re at the front gate. The mortars have ceased fire. Go now!
EXT. JSS – NIGHT
MSG Aldrich storms out of the JSS while the US soldiers scatter, searching for MAJ Thomas.
MSG ADRICH
SFC SMITH!
SFC Smith changes direction and trots over.
MSG ALDRICH
Get inside and man the radio. I told BDE what’s going on. Apaches will be here in three minutes.
SFC SMITH
Roger.
SFC Smith runs into the building and MSG Aldrich heads across the compound when–
BOOM!
MSG Aldrich is flattened by an enormous blast along the perimeter wall.
EXT. BREACHED JSS WALL – NIGHT
The SUNNI ASSAULT FORCE is lined up some distance from the JSS behind a concrete wall, but are close enough to the blast to be showered with falling debris anyway.
At the head of the line, a man in a LEATHER JACKET puts down the trigger mechanism and surveys the damage.
LEATHER JACKET
There is an opening! Let’s go!!
The men file out and run toward the opening.
INT. APACHE – NIGHT
The attack helicopter zooms over the city at at two thousand feet, speeding toward the JSS.
PILOT
Call that JSS and have them set up an IR strobe so we know where they’re at.
At that moment a huge fireball shoots into the sky a few miles away.
PILOT
Wow!
GUNNER
Holy Shit! I think that’s it.
PILOT
And roger.
The helicopter banks toward the blast.
EXT. JSS – NIGHT
MSG Aldrich’s head is swimming. His hands search absently for his weapon, and finding it he rolls unto all fours and looks around him.
SSG Smith is on the ground but moving. MSG Aldrich climbs to his feet and moves toward him, keeping an eye on the hole that was just blasted in the perimeter wall.
Just as men start pouring through it.
INT. HMMWV – NIGHT
The Leader laughs at a joke told by one of the other men. Everyone’s smiling now, thinking they’re home free. The Leader’s face abruptly falls as he sees an Iraqi Police Truck just ahead of them, gumballs flashing.
TEAM DRIVER
(Intercom)
What should we do?
LEADER
(Intercom)
Take a right. Go to the alternate rally point.
Clicking a button on the radio he speaks to the rest of his team.
LEADER
(Intercom)
Prepare to abandon the trucks and uniforms.
The Driver speeds up and wrenches the steering wheel to the right, away from the Iraqi Police Truck.
EXT. IRAQI STREET – NIGHT
The Iraqi Police Chief, his face illuminated by the red and blue flashing lights, lowers his AK-47 as he watches the lead HMMWV make a sudden right turn and speed up.
He pulls a radio out from it’s holster on his belt and keys it.
IRAQI POLICE CHIEF
They made the turn, heading your way. I’ll be right behind them.
INT. BUNKER – NIGHT
MSG Aldrich and SSG Smith huddle in a cement bunker, topped with sandbags, designed to withstand indirect fire. They peer around opposite corners and take turns sending 5.56mm rounds in the direction of the attack. The fighting is intense, bullets snap at the dirt and concrete all around them and holy shit is it loud.
MSG ALDRICH
Where the fuck are the Apaches!
A bullet hits the side of the bunker, sending concrete fragments flying into MSG Aldrich’s face. His protective glasses save his eyesight, but his face is bloodied.
He pulls back into the bunker and SSG Smith checks him out. MSG Aldrich waves him off.
MSG ADRICH
Find out where the Apaches are!
SSG SMITH retrieves his radio.
SSG SMITH
Reaper 12, Reaper 12. This is Blackjack 14 over.
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