And I don't do this kind of work.
Bitch.
Bullshit.
But I don't do this kind of work.
Can be used to Jim Harper walked in an ambush.
Channel my team always works alone.
Cleared Area, no traces. Get them in. Ready to move.
Come on, do it.
Come on, kill me. I'm here.
Come on. Do it. Do it. Come on. Come on. Kill me. I'm here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come on. Kill me. I'm here. Come on. Do it now. Kill me.
Dylan.
Get to the chopper
Go on.
Good work Mac. Clear the area, no traces, get the main ready to move.
Good work, Mac.
Green berets out of Fort Bragg. Now what the hell were they doing here?
Had enough.
He didn't disappear. He was skinned alive.
He was skinned alive.
Huh.
I want Hawkins body found sweep pattern double back 50 meters. Let's go.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
It's pretty sophisticated for a bunch of half as mountain boys.
Kill me. I'm here.
Kill me. I'm here. Come here.
Knock knock.
London, go get the chopper.
Mac playing the nest. Billy Poncho, the guard. Hawkins filling back up as soon as they're said. I hit the fuel dump.
My team always works alone.
No deal.
No.
Oh, that wasn't my style.
Ohio.
She's your baggage. You fall behind and you are on your own.
So bullshit. All of it.
So bullshit. All of it. The cabinet minister, the whole business got us in you to do your dirty work.
So cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meat grinder.
So give away our position any chance he gets.
So what started your end to happen?
So why don't you use the regular army? What do you need us for?
The cabinet minister.
The CIA got you pushing too many pencils.
The place is too hot for pickup. They won't touch us till we get over the border.
The son of a bitch.
This cabinet minister, does he always travel on the wrong side of the border?
This cabinet minister.
We are rescue team, not assassins.
We make a stand now where there will be nobody left to go to the chopper.
We make a stand now.
We move 5 meters spread, no sound.
What about the rest of Harper's men?
What do you mean we?
What do you need us for?
What the hell are you?
What we got to do?
What's the matter?
What's your name?
Where the hell is his body?
Why didn't she escape?
Why didn't they take his radio or his weapon?
Why us?
You can see our tripwires.
You didn't know when to quit, huh?
You know that.
You son of a bitch.
You used to be somebody I could trust.
You're just like the rest of us.
You're one ugly bitch.
You're one ugly motherfucker.
