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REECE All good. You? KANG Ride or die, sir. REECE Ride or die, brother.
Reece walks through the hold, taking stock of ALPHA PLATOON. 16 AMERICAN SPEC-OPS SOLDIERS supported by 3 SYRIAN SDF TROOPERS, and one BELGIAN MALINOIS war dog named ZEKE. QUICK CUTS: ONE SEAL checks his IR LASER SIGHT... THE MEDIC (Ramirez) kisses a LUCKY MEDALLION around his neck... A TALL THIN OPERATOR downs TWO GREEN PRESCRIPTION PILLS chasing them with water... A YOUNG SEAL (25) takes a piss in a bottle. REECE (CONT’D) How much Kill Cliff you drink, Donny? DONNY Last time I checked, we still work in the desert. Stay hydrated, bitches! LAUGHTER cuts the pre-op tension as Reece pulls himself through a hatch, and we REVEAL: INT. NAVY GUN BOAT -- EAST MEDITERRANEAN -- MOVING -- NIGHT We’re in the cockpit of a STEALTH GUNBOAT skimming silently across the Eastern Mediterranean Sea. TWO CREWMEN pilot the ship. PETTY OFFICER 1ST CLASS ERNEST “BOOZER” VICKERS (30s, small stature, big heart) monitors SURVEILLANCE FEEDS. BOOZER But Reece looks anything but relaxed as he stares at the outline of the dark Syrian Coastline up ahead... PRE-LAP: REECE (V.O.) What are we missing?... INT. U.S.S. INDEPENDENCE -- T.O.C. -- FLASHBACK A COMMUNICATIONS ROOM deep inside a U.S. Warship. OFFICERS and PERSONNEL file out after a briefing. But Reece stays to talk with SEAL TEAM 7 COMMANDER COX (50, still mission fit) and his second MASTER CHIEF INBRUCK (48, an aging pitbull). We’ll be at insert in 4 mikes. Smooth sailing, boss. New boat rides better than a Tesla.
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