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army boots.
They came in from the north...
and then they followed
the guerrillas.
Mean anything to you?
Probably just another
rebel patrol.
They operate in here
all the time.
-See what you can find.
-Yes, sir.
What's he got?
Same business.
Guerrillas hauling two guys
in the chopper...
followed by men
with American equipment.
Do you remember Afghanistan?
Trying to forget it.
Come on. Let's go.
Oh!
God!
Holy mother of God.
''Jim Hopper.''
Mac, cut them down.
I knew these men.
Green Berets out of Fort Bragg.
What the hell
were they doing here?
I don't know, Dutch.
This is inhuman.
Nobody told me there was
an operation in this area.
They shouldn't have been here.
Well, somebody sent them.
The guerrillas skinned them?
Why did they skin them?
Ain't no way
for no soldier to die.
What happened here, Billy?
Strange, Major.
There was a fire fight.
They were shooting
in all directions.
Can't believe Jim Hopper
walked into an ambush.
I don't believe he did.
I can't find a single track.
Just doesn't make sense.
What about the rest
of Hopper's men?
There's no sign, sir.
They never left here.
Hell, it's like
they just disappeared.
Stick with the guerrilla trail.
Let's get the hostages.
We move, five-meter spread.
No sound.
It's time to let Old Painless
out of the bag.
Payback time.
You're ghostin' us,
mother fucker.
I don't care who you are
back in the world.
You give our position
one more time...
I'll bleed you real quiet
and leave you here.
Got that?
Aah!
Fuck you.
Aah!
He killed one of the hostages.
We move.
Mac, Blain... the nest.
Billy, Poncho... the guard.
Hawkins, Dillon... backup.
Once they're set,
I hit the fuel dump.
One down.
What the hell's he doing?
What the fuck?
Aaaah!
Show time, kid.
Target's the center,
on the upper level!
Dutch, on your nine!
Get that mother!
Go.
Hyah!
Stick around.
Hostages are inside!
Knock knock.
I got 'em !
Hawkins, call in position
and situation.
Get Connor for the hook!
You got it, Major.
Shit.
Mac, any sign
of the other hostage?
Found the other guy.
He's dead, too...
and the kid from the chopper.
But if they're Central American,
l'm a Goddamn Chinaman.
From the looks of it,
our cabinet minister was CIA.
Another thing, Major.
We were lucky.
Other guys we waxed...
Russian military advisers.
Something pretty big
was gonna happen here.
Good work, Mac.
Clear the area. No traces.
Get the men ready to move.
Right.
Son of a bitch
is dug in like an Alabama tick.
You're hit.
You're bleeding, man.
I ain't got time to bleed.
Oh...OK.
You got time to duck?
This is goddamn beautiful.
Goddamn jackpot.
This is more than
we ever thought we'd get.
Now we got those bastards.
We got 'em.
I think this is
what you're looking for.
You set us up!
It's all bullshit! All of it.
The cabinet minister,
the whole business.
Got us in here
to do your dirty work.
We just stopped
a major invasion.
In three days,
they'd have crossed the border.
-Why us?
-Nobody else could've done it.
Pissed about the cover story?
I needed it to get you in here.
What story did you hand Hopper?
Look, we've been looking
for this place for months.
My men were in that chopper
when it got hit!
Hopper was supposed to get them.
He disappeared.
He didn't disappear.
He was skinned alive!
My orders were to get somebody
to crack these bastards!
So you cooked up a story and
dropped us in a meat grinder.
What happened to you, Dillon?
You used to be somebody
I could trust.
I woke up. Why don't you?
You're an asset...
an expendable asset...
and I used you
to get the job done. Got it?
My men are not expendable.
And I don't do
this kind of work.
Major! We stepped
into some real shit here.
Air surveillance says
we got guerillas all over.
Can't be more than
one, two miles away.
-How much time?
-Half hour, maybe less.
Tell Mac we move in five.
Wait. She goes, too.
She's got valuable

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