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We're in the mission boundary, right, Weber?
Uh, we're at... Spruce Knob. Uh. Two clicks. We're two clicks from the edge.
So we hug the line, move hard, move fast. And we may catch the marines with their pants down.
LT, you may want to listen to this?
What is it, Moreno?
The comm. The chatter's weird. Let me...
"Confirmed nuclear strike on New York. Shit. Shit."
"Oh god, it's the end... The end!"
"Keep all the-" *static*
The whole channel's been... blocked? Not sure how they're doing that.
Man, the brass has gone all out. Is this part of the war game, Lieutenant?
In the event of a nuclear exchange, we are to immediately seek orders from a superior.
For the purpose of these war games, however, we are completely on our own. Cut off from command.
Any standing orders we can fall back on, Lieutenant?
None that I know of-
Whoa. Did you...?
There's one over there, too.
Uh, this isn't no war game?
Turn that off.